Mebbe Paul could handle it.

You know Mr.
Pennypacker used to teach him how to swing the sword.

This is how it goes: Ah, ha! Sa ha! touched you thar! How's that my hearty!" Shif'less Sol lunged at the night air, slashed, cut, swept his sword around in circles, and then laughed again.

But none of his exclamations was uttered above a whisper.

Henry was forced to smile.
"Put it down, Sol," he said, "and let's see what else we've got.