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When Andy returned from putting an unnecessary rope on a decidedly tired horse that was quite willing to stand right where he was, Pete had pulled himself together and was rolling a cigarette. "Well, you ole sun-of-a-gun!" said Pete; "want to swap hats? Say, how'll you swap?"
And then she melted. "Oh, my pretty riding-suit! What a mess! I must be a sight.... Nell, I rode that wild pony the sun-of-a-gun! I rode him! That's enough for me. YOU try it. Laugh all you want. It was funny. But if you want to square yourself with me, help me clean my clothes." Late in the night Helen heard Dale sternly calling Pedro. She felt some little alarm.
At this juncture Madeline's brother joined the group, evidently in search of Stillwell. "Bill, Nels just rode in," he said. "Good! We sure need him. Any news of Danny Mains?" "No. Nels said he lost the trail when he got on hard ground." "Wal, wal. Say, Al, your sister is sure takin' to the round-up. An' the boys are gettin' wise. See thet sun-of-a-gun Ambrose cuttin' capers all around.
From head to foot she was dripping black ooze. "Oh, Bo! Are you hurt?" cried Helen. Evidently Bo's mouth was full of mud. "Pp su tt! Ough! Whew!" she sputtered. "Hurt? No! Can't you see what I lit in? Dale, the sun-of-a-gun didn't throw me. He fell, and I went over his head." "Right. You sure rode him. An' he tripped an' slung you a mile," replied Dale. "It's lucky you lit in that bog." "Lucky!
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