"Listen to him! He's growlin' and spittin' away like anything! It takes a mighty fine-blooded cat to be as fierce as that.

I bet you most cats would 'a' given up and drowned long ago.

The water's awful cold, and I expect he was perty supprised when he lit in it." "Herman's makin' a fuss again," Sam said.

"We better get the ole cat out o' there if we're goin' to." "Well, this is the way we'll do," Penrod said authoritatively: "I'll let you hold the trousers, Sam.

You lay down and keep hold of one leg, and let the other one hang down till its end is in the water.