Zeb was grinning broadly.
The wagon came nearer, the horse barely moving.

Tim Hallet waved his arm.
"Now, boys," he shouted, "let's have some music." "'Everybody works but father, And he sets around all day.'-- Whoop her up!" They whooped her up.

I stepped out into the road.
"Here!" I shouted.

"Stop that! Stop it, do you hear! Kendrick, what is all this ?" The song stopped in the middle of the verse.

Zeb jerked the reins and shouted "Whoa!" Hallet and his chorus turned.