"'You gone dippy?' I says to Butsy. 'What are you standin' out in the rain with the dogs fur? Why don't you put 'em up?'
"'No chance,' says Butsy. 'All the stalls is took except these new ones, 'n' the guy who furnished the lumber fur 'em won't unlock 'em till he's paid.'
"I looks at the stalls—there's a great big padlock on each door.
"'Why don't they slip him the coin?' I says.
"'You can search me,' says Butsy. 'That's what they're chewin' the rag about now.'
"Me 'n' Peewee slides over to where the crowd is.
"'I'll have the law on ye sure!' a old Jasper is sayin'. He's got on a long-tailed coat 'n' a white string tie.
"'Edge right in!' whispers Peewee to me. 'It ain't goin' to cost you a cent!'
"'You ain't got no right to lock them stalls, Jim Burns!' says the old Jasper. 'They belong to the Knox County Agricultural Society!'
"'Not till I'm paid fer the lumber, they don't!' says the guy he calls Jim Burns. 'Gimme eighty-six dollars, Kurnel, if you want to use them stalls.'