“About a hundred miles.”
“Oh, not that far!”
“How do you know, smarty? You weren’t there!”
“Well—well! Maybe he did. But why didn’t you stop him before he went so far?”
“Stop him! Bob Taylor, I just wish you’d have to take a ride on a lion once! Stop him! I did try to. I yelled and yelled at him to stop; but he just went the faster.”
“Well, why didn’t you let loose and roll off, then?”
“Just because I couldn’t—that’s why.”
“You couldn’t?”
“No, I couldn’t!” irritably.