Don and Bert would ask no better fun than to spread it all over, and your chances of carrying the mail would be knocked higher than a kite.

Let's pull off some of these shingles and throw them at the dogs.

Perhaps we can drive them away." "You don't know them as well as I do.

They'll not drive worth a cent.
We're here, and here we must stay until somebody comes and calls them away.

We'll hail the first nigger we see in the morning, and perhaps we can hire him to help us and keep his mouth shut." This was poor consolation for Lester, but it was the best Bob had to offer.