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But the singer pronounced it Do-ho-ver; and then it went on over and over again. "Yes," said Ike, as if he had been talking about something; "them padroles put a stop to that game." "What game?" I said. "Highwaymen's. This used to be one of their fav'rite spots, from here away to Hounslow Heath.
"Quick, Gus has touched off!" he cried, then added as he felt in vain for any matches, "Gimme some of your fire-sticks, mine are all gone." Suppressing the smile that came to his face at the words, for Lawrence bad feared his companion might have obtained a supply from one of the others, he replied: "Can't. I haven't any." "What?" roared Red Ike. "You can't come any such game on me.
Then I became aware of the presence of Ike, who said with a grim smile: "Don't you heed them, my lad. I see one of 'em chuck it and then turn round. Wait a bit and I shall get a charnce, and I'll drar my whip round one of 'em in a way as'll be a startler."
"I never knew a man who didn't," said Ike, making the cups dance on the table by giving it a thump with his fist. "Why, Master Grant, I was kicked about and hit when I was a boy more'n ever a boy was before, but all that time seems bright and sunshiny to me." "But do you think Shock's happy?" I said; "he's a boy, and has no one to care about him." "Happy! I should just think he is.
But his nerves passed, and, with a foul oath, he urged his horse forward. He rounded the bend and came face to face with the figure of Blue Grass Pete. "Wher' you bin?" demanded the latter in a manner that was a deliberate insult. Ike did the only thing his wit could prompt. He laughed. It was a harsh, mirthless laugh, which was equally an insult. "Quit it!" roared Pete in a blind fury.
"I suppose it's right;" and I went off down the garden to say "Good-bye" to the men and women, and have a few last words with Ike. As I went down the garden I suddenly began to feel that for a long time past it had been my home, and that every tree I passed was an old friend.
The great length of their ears gives to their heads something of a "mulish" look hence they are often known among the trappers by the name of "mule deer." Ike and Redwood spoke of them by this name, although they also knew them as "black-tails," and this last is the designation most generally used.
He's registered as Hamilton, 'n' that's all I know. "'That's sure some breedin', I says. 'But I never takes a colt on shares. I'll handle him fur you as careful as I know how 'n' it'll cost you fifty a month. That's the best I can do. "'I'll send him over this evenin', says Ike. 'Let me know what you think of him after he works out for you.
"Look at that!" said Ike; "no young horse couldn't have done that, my lad;" and as if to deny the assertion, Basket gave himself a shake which made the chains of his harness rattle. "Steady, old man," cried Ike as he hooked on the chains to the shaft, and then going to the other side he started.
"Just for a joke," said the red-headed boy, laughing, and jollying the boy dressed in the flour sack, as he came in at Uncle Ike's invitation. "Well, that is a good enough joke for two," said Uncle Ike.
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