I was just resting a minute.

I got to rest a little, haven't I ?" "Well, I guess you're rested.

I guess you can climb a plain and simple fence, can't you?
You can rest over there, can't you--just as well as what you can rest here ?" The resting one looked up and down the lane, then peered forward into the shadowy tangle of green things with its rows of headstones.

Then, inhaling deeply, he clambered to the top of the fence and leaped to the ground beyond.
"Gee, gosh!" he cried, for he had landed on a trailing branch of blackberry vine.
He sat down and extracted a thorn from the leathery sole of his bare foot.

The prick of the thorn had cleaned his mind of any merely fanciful fears.