He's heard us kicking often enough.

That's where it'll git him.

He'll believe this last stretch of fence is what made us throw him down, and he'll be so mad he'll cuss us out till the neighbors'll think the smoke's a prairie fire.

We'll get our time, all right' and the things he'll say will likely make us so hot we can all talk convincing when we hit town.

Keep a stiff upper lip, boys.