"Sing out, sing out," said Mr. Devering, "no one will chide you here."
So my young master kept on singing,
"Gamarra is a dainty steed
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known."
until he sang himself right into a snake fence.
"Gee!" he exclaimed, "what am I to do now?"
Mr. Devering smiled, put out his two powerful hands and swung him over.