Iain\'ta-goingtocarrysuchalookingthingbacktoMr。Burden。\'
Ambroschdroppedthecollarontheground。`Allright，\'
hesaidcoolly，tookuphisoil-can，andbegantoclimbthemill。
Jakecaughthimbythebeltofhistrousersandyankedhimback。
Ambrosch\'sfeethadscarcelytouchedthegroundwhenhelungedoutwithaviciouskickatJake\'sstomach。Fortunately，Jakewasinsuchapositionthathecoulddodgeit。Thiswasnotthesortofthingcountryboysdidwhentheyplayedatfisticuffs，andJakewasfurious。