"Take your personal pack off the cart and tote it like the rest of us." Reade turned a comically scowling face to Dalzell.
"Danny," he demanded rebukingly, "why couldn't you hold your tongue ?" "Because, when I'm working hard, I don't like to see you shirk," replied Dalzell with a complacent grin.
"But consider Darry," urged Reade.

"Note how strong, lithe and supple he is.

Boy, he is much better fitted for pushing my personal pack on the cart than I am for carrying it." "Stick a pin in the chat, Tom," advised Darrin briefly, "and take your truck off the cart.

I want to begin enjoying myself." "I'd carry twice as much as I have to, just for the sheer joy of hearing you kick like a Texas maverick by the time you've had the cart handles for two minutes," laughed Tom, as he took his own parcels off the cart.

"Now, David, little giant, let us see you buckle down to your task---like a real or imitation man!" Darry braced himself, gave a hitch, then started forward briskly.
"Get out of the way, you loiterers!" called Dave, overtaking Tom and Greg and shoving the front end of the cart against them.
"Don't block the road!" "That's what comes of hitching an express engine to a freight load," grunted Reade, as he made for the side of the road, brushing his clothes.
There was bound to be a lot of "kicking" over the work of handling the push cart, but Dick & Co.