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Weary explained that Cal was feeling pretty bum on account of that fall he had got, and, as Weary couldn't sleep, anyway, he had offered to stand in Cal's place. Pink scented mischief. This night the moon shone brightly at intervals, with patches of silvery clouds racing before the wind and chasing black splotches of shadows over the sleeping land.
A baffling, bitterly impatient three weeks; two of them the worst two, he spends at Weissenberg itself, chasing Pandours, and scuffling on the surface, till Keith and the Magazine-train come up; even writing Verses now and then, when the hours get unendurable otherwise!
Sandy thought them even more wonderful and beautiful than the young fawn and his dam that he had seen on the Fort Riley trail. For a moment, fascinated by the rare spectacle, he gazed wonderingly at the ducks as they swam around, chasing each other, and eagerly hunting for food. It was but for a moment, however.
Jimmy looked up and grinned. "Yes," said he. "I saw him up here early this morning. Why?" "Did he see you go into that old barrel?" persisted Sammy. "I don't know," confessed Jimmy. "He may have. What have you got on your mind, Sammy Jay?" "Nothing much, only Reddy Fox was chasing him when he ran against that barrel and sent you rolling down the hill," replied Sammy. Jimmy pricked up his ears.
"While chasing a deer which I had wounded, I was made prisoner by a band of natives, who dragged me off, and were about, I feared, to put me to death, supposing that I was a settler, when my companion here, who is a chief of importance among them, made his appearance.
After the battle we young men were chasing horses all over the prairie, while the old men and women plundered the bodies; and if any mutilating was done, it was by the old men. "I have lived peaceably ever since we came upon the reservation. No one can say that Rain-in-the-Face has broken the rules of the Great Father. I fought for my people and my country.
She came dancing down the trail, her curls tumbling about her face and down over the perennial bib-overalls, and when the pup saw her he left his scowling master and crept meechingly to take refuge at her feet. "He was chasing Red," she dimpled, "and you know how fierce he is why, Red isn't afraid of a wildcat! Where have you been? We've all been looking for you!"
"Tullis goes off chasing a jack-o'-lantern in the hills; Marlanx sits by and laughs at the joke he's played. It is good! Almost too good to be true. I wonder what our fine prisoner will say to it when the new prisoner comes to keep him company over the 26th." It was far past midnight when King was roused from the doze into which he had fallen, exhausted and disconsolate, an hour earlier.
Then, amid the green débris scattered upon the stone, he sat up, and once more went through his fastidious toilet. But life for the little mouse in his grass-world was not quite all watching and hunting. When his toilet was complete, and he had amiably let a large black cricket crawl by unmolested, he suddenly began to whirl round and round on the stone, chasing his own tail.
Sometimes you can't see any marks on the ground and you have to guess at it." "And do the Indians ride on ahead and try to get away?" asked Janet. "Indeed they do. When they know we're after 'em they ride as fast as they can. That is, if they've done wrong, like taking horses or cattle that aren't theirs. We just keep chasing 'em until we get close enough to arrest 'em."
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