A surpassing lot of berries was there for the bold to take.

His brother stared not too boldly through the fence at the pioneer.
"Go on and try picking some," he urged in the subdued tones of extreme caution.
The other calmly set to work.

The watcher awaited some mysterious punishment for this desecration.

Presently, nothing having happened, he glowed with a boldness of his own and mounted to the top of the fence, where he again waited.

He whistled, affecting to be at ease, but with a foot on the safe side of the fence.