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"Well, y' see how it is," he observed to Boof as they turned homeward. And he swaggered. Back in his area, he found a small gathering several children, a few women, and one old man. He blushed out of sheer happiness, believing them to be drawn up to see the Friend of a Cowboy pass in. And he climbed the stairs, whistling as he went, and smiling to himself in the dusk of the poorly lighted halls.
When he came past the little hill where the lads were standing he was about a hundred yards away from them, and they could see him clearly. "Is it, Sax?" asked Vaughan excitedly. "Is it your pater?" The drover's son shook his head. "No chance," he said sadly. "My father's taller than that man. But can't he just ride, Boof?"
"A scout's always p'lite t' women and children," he explained as he offered her the kitchen chair. "And some day Boof is goin' t' go mad, and I'm goin' t' protect y' from him! There's a pitcher in my new book that shows how t' do it!" He showed her his new present. However, she gave it only a glance, exactly as if she had seen it before. She rarely even mentioned Mr.
"Oh, you were; eh? Then I suppose Koku shocked you," laughed Tom. "No, sah. I I'll tell you. Dat giant man he were in de telefoam boof in de pattern shop you know de one where yo' all been tryin' to make pishures." "Yes, I know. Go on!" exclaimed Tom, impatiently.
While looking for a dead pigeon that fell off towards the bottom of a wooded bluff in some thick bunches of chapparal, I heard the quick boof! boof! of the hoofs of a bounding deer. I did not see that animal. An instant later, in rounding a heavy growth of bushes, I saw a magnificent buck grazing on the tender growth.
No; he had not realized when Cis left how hard it would be to stay on at the flat without her. And ahead of him were how many days like this one? He seemed there to stay for a time that was all but forever! That night it was Boof who shared the mattress with him. He whispered to the dog for a long while, recounting his troubles.
Even Ben and Betty were not unhappy, for they were greedily consuming the hay of the bedticks. "Sam Patch's shore bustin' loose," observed the section-boss, selecting a second juicy rib and salting it from end to end. The salt spilled. He flickered a pinch over one shoulder. Boof! boof! boof! bang! came the muffled sounds from without.
He was tall and thin, but was as active as a cat and stronger than most boys of his size and age. His friend Vaughan was a different-looking boy altogether. He was short and thick-set. Although Vaughan was not fat, he was so solidly built that his nickname "Boof" suited him very well indeed.
In appearance, Sax was of slighter build than his thick-set friend, Boof, but the drover's son had inherited from his father a natural toughness and an ability to endure privation and hardship which Vaughan, although he was quite as plucky, did not possess.
Very well, thank you. Animals go by that. Yes now, look at it that way. We're the same. Some women, instance, warn you off when they have their period. Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on. Like what? Potted herrings gone stale or. Boof! Please keep off the grass. Perhaps they get a man smell off us. What though? Cigary gloves long John had on his desk the other day. Breath?
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