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loaded him to the gills with buckshot. Well, 'fore long, here comes the fellow with the new frog, and when the stranger takes it and sets it side by side with the yap's and they give 'em both a shove, blamed if the new frog didn't jump about ten feet and the old prize one couldn't do a darned thing but just flop up and down like a limp jumping-jack."

"That's pretty rich," approved Cat, with a moderate grin. "Though it doesn't make me split my sides, but I guess that's because you're telling it."

Legs, standing off at some distance on the spot where he had landed, showed no signs of amusement.

"Laugh at the man's joke, Legs," exhorted Cat.

The rest of the wait was spent in a game of kitten ball, the details of which abbreviated form of baseball Cat had recently acquired, and much sport resulted from an effort to make three individuals do the work for a whole team.

Hardy finally appeared attired for his plunge and suggested going down to the culvert, for diving. This construction admitted the salt