I don't want to spoil him by running him.

That little horse saved my life, down in the Sinks.

No, Sunfish has run times enough from me--now he 's got to run for me, by thunder.

I'll bet on him, too!" Jeff pushed his way through to Bud.

He was smiling with that crafty look in his eyes which should have warned a child that the smile went no deeper than his lips.
"Bud, doggone it, I like yore nerve.