"No, nor anybody else!"
"I have," said Jack. "I know a man in this county who has one."
"What man? I'd go five miles to see one!"
"You can see one without going so far. The man is your father, and this is the wagon. It is going by water now."
"By water—yes! By the river!" said Link, amused and vexed.
"Link," said Jack, "do you remember that little joke of yours about the boys stopping the leak in the boat? Well, we are even now."
Rufe backed the hind-wheels of the wagon into the river, over the deep place, and asked Wad which he would do,—dip the water and pass it up by the pailful, or stay in the wagon and receive it.
"Whoever dips it up has to stand in the river above his knees," said Wad; "and I don't mean to get wet to-day."
"Very well; stay in the wagon, then. You'll get as wet as I shall; for I'm going to pull off my shoes and roll up my trousers. Chokie, you keep in that tub, just where you are, till the tub is wanted. Link, you'd better go into the river with me, and dip the pails, while I pass 'em up to Wad."
"I never can keep my trousers-legs rolled up, and I ain't going to get wet," said Link. Then, whispering to Jack: "There's leeches in this river; they get right into a fellow's flesh and suck his blood like sixty."