"Well, his ma'll give him er spankin' ef he do. Dat boy darsent ter tech dat tetter. Long 'bout atter dinner time, Ned he git so miserbul lis'nin' ter Billy hollerin' dat he 'gun ter gnaw an' pull at de stob; den he try ter scratch it up; but it was too deep; so he take an' go ter pullin' at de rope ergin'; an' bimeby de knot come off. He ketch de knot in his teef and den he tell Billy ter g'long whar he's er mind ter. Billy kick up es b'hime legs an' fly down de road wid Ned Dog b'hime him holdin' on ter de rope. Billy he eat all 'long de road, an' Ned Dog foll'r 'long b'hime wharsomever Billy choose ter go, 'caze yer see Ned feel de 'sponsibility er loosin' Billy. Atter while, Ned Dog beg Billy ter come on an' go home! He tell 'im his jaws nigh 'bout broke clampin' on dat knot. But Billy say he ain't er gwine, tell he eat 'esse'f plum full er dem flow'r buds. No, Lawd, Billy ain't thinkin' bout Ned long es he kin joy es own sef. Ned he 'gun ter howl an' bark wid de jaw ache, but Billy too full er 'esse'f ter notice Ned. Yes, Lawd, Billy des like some fokes I knows, too." "Me, Mammy?" demanded the intent little boy. "Yes, I speck de cap fit you er heap er times, but you wusn't de pusson I had m' mine on des den," replied Mammy complacently. "Billy keep er gwine on, an' Ned des er draggin' 'esse'f erlong wid de jaw ache tell bimeby, dey comes ter de old log fence 'roun' de pastur'. Billy he try ter jump de fence, but Ned he crawl thu; but yer see Billy can't jump high ernuf 'caze Ned's pullin' de rope on de uther side, so Billy gits tangled up on one er de rails. Ned he run back when he see Billy's hangin'; but he gits back thu er diffunt hole ergin, an' dat twistes de rope so tight dat Billy gits in er mouty bad fix 'fo' you knows it. He 'gun ter blate an' holl'r an' Ned drop' de rope an' 'gun ter howl; but dat nuv'r done no good, an' it nuv'r do, do no good in dis woel." "What, Mammy?" "Jes' ter stan' up an' holler an' cry like _you_ does sometimes! You got ter go ter work an' do sumthin' ef you 'specks ter ontangle yo'se'f in dis woel', an' dat's whut come 'cross Ned's mind atter he stan' up an' holler hisse'f hoarse. He lope out an' run home, he do, an' he bark at Mister Man an' run out to'ards de road. He bark' at de lit'le boy an' run out ergin; but none uv 'em can't make out howcum he act so cur'us. He run out in de back yard an' howl an' bark, an' de lit'le colt ax him whut ails him, he tell 'im Billy's mos' chok'd ter death, hangin' on de pastur' fence. De colt give er jump ov'r de back fence an' him an' Ned take out, jes' er t'arin' down de big road. De lit'le boy an' Mister Man seed de colt break loose an' dey flew atter him an' all uv 'em got ter Billy jes' in time ter keep 'im fum chokin' ter death." "Did Billy die?" asked the little boy in anxiety. "Nor, honey, 'caze he nuv'r had rope ernuf; but ef he had er had er little mo' rope him an' all de uther foolish folks like 'im wud er bin dead long ergo!" VII