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"Damned if I know, but the first thing I knew I was tellin' him about the broncho bustin', that's my job, you know and how I won out from Nigger Jake in the Calgary Stampede, until I was that stuck on myself that I said: 'Well, sir, we'd better get a move on, and up he gets with my kit-bag on his back.
There was a sob in the speaker's voice, but he manfully recovered a clear tone of pathos. "And now, old pal, they're a-takin' ye from me yes, we got to part, you an' me. I'm never goin' to set eyes on ye agin. But we got to be brave, old pal; we got to keep a stiff upper lip no cryin' now; no bustin' down."
"I kain't say I'd want to git in the habit uh bustin' fences that way," he grinned over his shoulder as the three jumped through the gap he had made and forged up to him. "But I calc'late if they's another one Johnny n' me kin make it, mebby." "Well, I was brought up in a barbed wire country," Pink exploded, "but I'll be darned if I ever saw a stunt like that pulled off before!"
Tommy ain't so old; and it seems to me every man's a bach-e-lor until he gets married. Now, you'd think Tommy'd be fairly bustin' with joy, and maybe he is; I don't know. But he goes around singing all them mournful songs, and, say, you'd ought to hear him singing. Oh, gee! Honest, Lucien, the fog horn over on the Island's a treat to it.
She come back 'cos she's jest bustin' to hear what you darsen't tell her. She's come back 'cos she's a wummin, an' couldn't stay away when you wus sick an' wounded to death. I know. I ain't bin married fer five an' twenty year an' more wi'out gittin' to the bottom o' female natur' I " "But she didn't know I was sick, Rube." "Eh?" Rube stood aghast at what he had said.
Flat on his back laid the hero of many charges, whilest over his manly form and face trickled cough mixture, Canady balsam, liniment, sugar syrup, castor oil, and more sticky, oily, messy kinds of stuff than I'll ever tell you. The worst of it was that a bottle of carmine had landed last in the wreck and, bustin', flew over everything.
Napoleon added: "But Cayuse ain't been on board, you bet. He likes something more old-fashioned than Suvy. Split my bowsprit, I wouldn't tow no horse into port which I was afraid to board. When I was bustin' bronchos I liked 'em to be bad." "Yes," agreed Gettysburg, "so bad they couldn't stand up." A bright glitter came for a moment in Van's blue eyes.
"Yes, I know the place well." "You knows how to get to it?" "Of course I do." "Das all right; now come along come along, you sham nigger, wid me. Has you got enuff?" "Bustin' all but." "Das good now; you follow me; do what you's tol'; hol' you tongue, an' look sharp, if you don' want your head cut off." "Heave ahead, cap'n; I'm your man."
The world's sure bustin' full an' dribblin' over the edges with fools a-honin' to be separated from their dust. An' before we start down the hill I want to announce, if you're still agreeable, that I come in half on this deal." The sled was lightly loaded with a sleeping- and a grub-outfit.
He slipped and caught the shaggy black head of Bart between his hands. The wolf knew in some mysterious way he knew! The touch of sympathy unnerved him. All his sorrow and his weakness burst on his soul in a single wave. A big tear struck the shining nose of the wolf. "Bart!" he whispered. "Did you figger on plumb bustin' my heart, pal?"
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