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"Perhaps that is because she has walked so little," said Nan, wisely. "Humph!" Amelia Boggs commented, "has she been used to being pushed in a baby carriage?" "Distances are long out in the cattle country. Everybody rides, I guess," Nan observed. "Well," one of the older girls remarked, "she's no material for basketball, or any other team. She can't even run, it seems.
"Which Boggs, who, as I says, is allers herdin' ghosts, is sooperstitious about old Ryder. That's straight; Boggs won't put down a bet while this Ryder person's in sight. I've beheld Boggs, jest as he's got his chips placed, look up an' c'llect a glimpse of them fiddle-feachers of Ryder.
Grace Mason and Lillie Nevins were crying a little; but Nan had assured herself at a glance that neither of the timid ones was hurt. She now looked around, rather wildly, at Amelia Boggs' question. The fat man had utterly disappeared. Surely the bobsled, having struck him only a glancing blow, had not throw him completely off the earth!
He was on his way to Washington. I also met him on his return from the East, and invited him to be my guest for a few days at Hays City, which invitation he accepted. He then proceeded to Fort Lyon, Colorado, near which place his son-in-law, Mr. Boggs, and family, resided. At this time his health was failing, and shortly afterwards he died at Mr. Boggs' residence on the Picket Wire Creek.
It's right in the midst of Huggins' prep'rations for blood that Boggs happens up on him in the Red Light. "'See yere, Huggins, says Boggs, as soon as ever he gets the Impressario's grievance straight in his mind, 'you-all is followin' off the wrong wagon track. The Colonel ain't your proper prey at all; it's me. I contreebutes that piece in the Coyote about you playin' it low on Peets myse'f.
I won't say a word to either of you, only give me a smoke." "Haven't any," said Jimmy, rapidly transferring a sack of Durham and a package of papers from the table. "Well, let me in, anyway. I want to read by your lamp. Oh, say, open up!" "It's Boggs. If we don't let him in he'll stand and plead in outer darkness all night." The door rattled.
Finally, however, Amelia Boggs got the crowd into line, and the parade marched out of Room Seven into the corridor. Room Eight was almost directly opposite the one occupied by Nan and Bess; but Amelia led the procession the full length of the hall and returned again before rapping a summons on Rhoda Hammond's door. "Oh, yes! In a minute," cried a small voice from inside.
Zane never allowed this custom to go too far in his house. "Friends, the hour grows late," he said. "To-morrow, after the great event, we shall have games, shooting matches, running races, and contests of all kinds. Capt. Boggs and I have arranged to give prizes, and I expect the girls can give something to lend a zest to the competition."
Do I hear any remarks on this litteratoor's prop'sition? "Tell him to come a- runnin', Enright," says Jack Moore; "an' draw it strong. If thar's one want which is slowly but shorely crowdin' Wolfville to the wall, it's a dearth of literatoor; yere's our chance, an' we plays it quick an high." "I ain't so gala confident of all this," says Dan Boggs.
"Ah! Exactly so," said the chairman, greatly relieved. "Mr. Boggs Perhaps Mr. Boggs will enlighten us." Mr. Boggs arose with ponderous deliberation. "Mr. Chairman," he said, "in one sense Mr. Hayes is right when he states the arrears to be seven hundred dollars " "Five hundred dollars A'm tellin' ye," said Mr. Innes with the first sign of feeling he had shown. "And Mr.
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