"I don't allow no man to butt into me when I'm on an imbankmint.
Send the fool back here till I kill him."
The Thread Man was pulling at Jimmy's arm. "Don't mind, Jimmy," he
gasped. "It was an accident! The man slipped. This is an awful
place. I will be glad when we reach the woods. I'll feel safer with
ground that's holding up trees under my feet. Come on, now! Are we
not almost there? Should we not keep quiet from now on? Will we
not alarm the coons?"
"Sure," said Jimmy. "Boys, don't hollo so much. Every blamed coon
will be scared out of its hollow!"
"Amazing!" said the Thread Man. "How clever! Came on the spur of
the moment. I must remember that to tel the Club. Do not hollo.
Scare the coon out of its hollow!"
"Oh, I do miles of things like that," said Jimmy dryly, "and mostly
I have to do thim before the spur of the moment; because our
moments go so domn fast out here mighty few of thim have time to
grow their spurs before they are gone. Here's where we turn. Now,
boys, they've been trying to get this biler across the tracks here,
and they've broke the ice. The water in this ditch is three feet
deep and freezing cold. They've stuck getting the biler over, but
I wonder if we can't cross on it, and hit the wood beyond. Maybe we
can walk it."
Jimmy set a foot on the ice-covered boiler, howled, and fell back
on the men behind him. "Jimminy crickets, we niver can do that!"
he yelled. "It's a glare of ice and roundin'. Let's crawl through
it! The rist of you can get through if I can.
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