"'It's the truth!' says Peewee, 'n' we rolls in the straw a-holdin' to each other till I feel like I'd been stepped on by a draft hoss.
"Butsy gets up.
"'Just one more snicker out of either of you,' he says, ''n' I lead my hoss to the depot!'
"I see he means it 'n' I gets my head down in the straw 'n' holds my breath. Butsy stands there a-lookin' at us.
"'Has Alf come yet?' says Peewee, but he don't look at me.
"'Not yet, but he's expected,' I says, 'n' Peewee sticks his head down in the straw 'n' makes a noise like Harry Evans' machine. I does the same.
"As soon as I can see again, there's Butsy leadin' his hoss fur the gate.
"'Now you've done it,' I says to Peewee.
"Peewee sets up 'n' takes a look.
"'Hi, Butsy!' he yells, 'come on back here! We weren't laughin' at you!'