Shotwell, back at the farm, in a day or two might set out hunting for him.
Here he was silent so long that Champion whispered to Shotwell, "He's stuck!"
This was exactly the kind of tangle that Shotwell was forever getting into.
And at that moment somebody walked plump into young Shotwell; and the soft, fragrant shock knocked the breath out of both.
March flung himself away, but Shotwell turned him again by a supplicating call and manly, repentant air.
