We might
have a throw or so."
"Thanks, I will be sure to come," said Cameron eagerly.
"Come, all of you," said Mack, "and you too, Mandy. We will clear out
the barn floor and have a regular hoe-down."
"Oh, pshaw!" giggled Mandy, tossing her head. "I can't dance."
"Oh, come along and watch me, then," said Mack, in good humour, who,
with all his two hundred pounds, was lightfooted as a girl.
The Murrays' new big bank barn was considered the finest in the country
and the new floor was still quite smooth and eminently suited to a
"hoe-down." Before the darkness had fallen, however, Mack drew Cameron,
with Danny, Perkins, and a few of the neighbours who had dropped in, out
to the lane and, giving him a big hammer, "Try that," he said, with some
doubt in his tone.
Cameron took the hammer.
"This is the right thing. The weight of it will make more difference to
me, however, than to you, Mack."
"Oh, I'm not so sure," said Mack. "Show us how you do it."
The first throw Cameron took easily.
"Twenty-nine paces!" cried Mack, after stepping it off. "Man! that's a
great throw, and you do it easy."
"Not much of a throw," laughed Cameron. "Try it yourself."
Ignoring the swing, Mack tried the throw in his own style and hurled the
hammer two paces beyond Cameron's throw.
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