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"But what are you doing with him here?" "He's sold, if we c'n find the man't offered a thousand for him a year ago." "Who was he?" But she knew already. Some swift flash of intuition told her there was but one man in Paradise Park who "His name's Haig, an' he's " "Philip Haig!" she murmured. "You know him?" "Yes no. That is, I've heard of him."
"Next time, I will," the boy declared. "I guess now," continued the old hunter, "you'd better come back to camp an' we'll see what we c'n do to improve them delicate attentions you've received. An' don't be quite the same kind of an idiot again." "Well," said Wilbur, "I got the water from the spring, anyhow." The old Ranger and his hound safeguarding the grazing interests of the forest.
"'He's wuth two hunderd jest as he stands, the feller says. 'He hain't had no trainin', an' he c'n draw two men in a road-wagin better'n fifty. "Wa'al, the more I looked at him the better I liked him, but I only says, 'Jes' so, jes' so, he may be wuth the money, but jest as I'm fixed now he ain't wuth it to me, an' I hain't got that much money with me if he was, I says.
"They call her 'Squealin' Bess, an' you couldn't pay me to get on her back. Bluey c'n ride her; he's done it twice; but you c'n bet your last blue chip that he doesn't do it fer fun." Wilbur turned to the old Ranger who had been standing silently by through the performance. "I'm much obliged, Rifle-Eye," he said, "but I'd like to buy that sorrel just the same and learn to ride him."
"What the hell made ye think I'd want to see another girl for?" he growled. A pause followed, the emptier for the preceding stridor of his voice. Then "You c'n get along now we ain't got no more call fur neighbors."
Nobody c'n lynch 'em while I'm marshal of this town," Anderson said, forgetful of the fact that he had not been near the jail, where Master Bud still had full charge of affairs, keyless but determined. "I'll have to turn them over to the county sheriff to-day er to-morrow, I reckon. This derned old calaboose of ourn ain't any too safe. That's a mighty desperit gang we've captured.
"An' didn't ye suspicion nuthin' when he took ye up like that?" asked Mrs. Bixbee. "I did smell woolen some," said David, "but I had the hoss an' they had the money, an', as fur 's I c'd see, the critter was all right. Howsomever, I says to 'em: 'This here's all right, fur 's it's gone, but you've talked putty strong 'bout this hoss. I don't know who you fellers be, but I c'n find out, I says.
He had bought a little farm not far away, and settled down into a mode of life which he never afterward changed. As he was leaving at the end of the third day, he said: "Now, sir, if you want any bootcherin' done, I'm y'r man. I don't turn m' hand over f'r any man in the state; no, sir! I c'n git a hawg on the gambrils jest a leetle quicker'n any other man I ever see; yes, sir; by gum!"
"Wow! what's this I'm seein' partner?" he yelped joyously. "A reg'lar engine or I'm a crocodile from the Nile! Why, this must be what they call an auxiliary craft, fitted to use canvas or hoss power, whichever fills the bill best. You c'n ditch me if this ain't what I'll call luck. An' heaps of it."
I'd the boyish idea that it 'ld be int'restin' t' build a house on the ice. There was no snow; stones were handier 'n timber. I carted the stones here on my sled. I built 'em in a circle. Snow came, an' I finished the buildin' with snow. You c'n sure guess the rest." "Yes, course I can," said Rube. "When the snow an' ice melted, the stones sank straight down, an' fell to the bottom in a ring.
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