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Pigg, and the reason for it was that he had once been in the hospital with a broken paw, and ever since he was known as "Doctor." Then there was his wife, and his little boy, and his little girl. They were Montmorency and Matilda, but, as the children didn't like those names, they always spoke of each other as "Buddy" and "Brighteyes," so I will do the same.
He was carried to the hand-car like one dead, and later on transferred to a hospital at Ithaca. Here it was announced that he might possibly recover, although this was exceedingly doubtful. "He's a bad one," said Tom, when he heard Dick's story. "I would like to know what Buddy Girk has to say about him."
But you know and I know you're all right now, remembering clear enough everything that happened since you was arrested, and I don't see what difference it makes whether or not you remember who your great-aunt was, and the scrapes you got in as a kid. You can talk and walk and figger, get by in any comp'ny, and you suit me for a buddy just as you are.
"Oh, take care! You'll fall!" cried Brighteyes, and she screamed. "Oh, Brighteyes, don't do that, please!" begged Buddy. "You make me nervous, and then I can't walk the tight rope." So Brighteyes, whose real name was Matilda, you know, kept real still and quiet, just like a little mouse when it wants a bit of cheese, and Buddy took another step out on the tight rope.
"It's a h l of a looking place," said McGuire promptly, as he rolled upon the gallery floor in a fit of coughing. "We'll try to make it comfortable for you, buddy," said the cattleman gently. "It ain't fine inside; but it's the outdoors, anyway, that'll do you the most good. This'll be your room, in here. Anything we got, you ask for it." He led McGuire into the east room.
It is said that all wish to possess knowledge, but few are willing to pay the price. Buddy was one of the minority. Early he adopted the motto, "Money no object," and it provoked him not at all to learn that there is a scale of night prices considerably higher than the scale of day prices; to find, for instance, that a nocturnal highball costs twice as much as one purchased during daylight hours.
"Hush, Buddy, how many times must I tell you that I want that name dropped, especially around here?" "There ain't anybody around here to hear us?" "Well, I don't want the name mentioned. I call you Buddy. You must call me Nolly." "All right, Nolly." "Now, you are dead sure you saw the boys on their way to Putnam Hall?" "I am." "How much have you drank today?" "Only two glasses, this morning.
Now Buddy Pigg was always a little afraid when he heard noises, especially in the woods, where he couldn't see what made them, so he crouched down under a burdock leaf in case there might be any danger. And, sure enough, there was. It wasn't more than a second or, possibly a second and a squeak, before a great, big, bad boy stepped out from behind a tree.
You might jist be stepping up to Sandy McQuarry's and tell him not to be forgetting that this is the night to go and see poor John McIntyre." "Goody! You're a duck, Uncle Hughie. John McIntyre isn't that the tramp you found in the hollow?" "Yes; but indeed I will be thinking that it's no ordinary tramp he will be, whatever. Poor man, eh, eh, poor buddy.
Then Jimmie Wibblewobble knocked a ball, oh! so far and so high that it was almost out of sight. "Nobody can catch that!" cried Jimmie, as he started for first base. But just you wait and see. Buddy Pigg was out in the field, waiting for a nice ball to come along so he could catch it, and now was his chance.
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