“Yes, but you can't say 'Master of none,'” replied Isa sharply.
“Better wait,” said Cameron. “I have entered this race only to save Mr. Freeman from collapse.”
“Collapse? Fatty? He couldn't,” said Isa with emphasis.
“Lass, I do not know,” said Mack gravely. “He looked more hollow than ever I have seen him before.”
“Well, we'll all cheer for you, Mr. Cameron, anyway,” cried Isa. “Won't we, girls? Oh, if wishes were wings!”
“Wings?” said Mandy, with a puzzled air. “What for? This is a RACE.”
“Didn't you never see a hen run, Mandy?” laughed Perkins.
“Yes, I have, but I tell you Mr. Cameron ain't no hen,” replied Mandy angrily. “And more! He's going to win.”
“Say, Mandy, that is the talk,” said Mack, when the laugh had passed. “Did you hear yon?” he added to Cameron.
Cameron nodded.