"A sawhorse is a thing they saw boards on," remarked Jim, with a sniff.
But this sawhorse can trot as fast as you can, Jim; and he's very wise, too.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
"It isn't that," said the Sawhorse, modestly; "but I never tire, and you do."
"I don't know, I'm sure," replied the Sawhorse.