Then, my duty done, I watched two fellows throw the lariat, and shoot the fly specks off coonskin's hat in midair.
He said his name was "coonskin," and Wisconsin the State of his nativity.
coonskin tried to reach a rope and, losing his balance, put a foot in the quicksand.
"I think he'll walk the rest of the way, coonskin," said Pod, referring to me.
So coonskin hitched a syrup can to the rope and drew water for Pod and himself.
Suddenly what had been in coonskin's mind all the time was revealed.
"Good idee not to put all your eggs in one basket," coonskin remarked.
When coonskin returned, he bore a pail of water in each hand.
coonskin thought he saw a barn in a meadow, so Pod sent him to investigate.
Now coonskin called for me and said our evening meal was under way.