When he reached the stable, however, he did not have anything in particular to say--or if he had, he refrained from disturbing Billy, who was stretched out upon a pile of hay in one of the stalls.
"My hoss ain't through eating, yet," said Billy, lifting his head like a turtle.

"I'm going, pretty soon.

I sure do love a pile uh fresh hay." Their eyes met understandingly, and Dill shook his head.
"Too bad--too bad!" he said gravely..