"That tree isn't my find; it's yours.

I forgot it and was going on; you wouldn't give up, and kept talking about it, and turned back.

You found it!" "You'd best be looking after your reputation for truth and veracity," said the Angel.

"You know you saw that sapling first!" "Yes, after you took me back and set me looking for it," scoffed Freckles.
The clear, ringing echo of strongly swung axes came crashing through the Limberlost.
"'Tis the gang!" shouted Freckles.

"They're clearing a place to make the camp.