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"I'd jest spied it when you spoke o' giein out. Whar thar's hills, thar's a likelihood o' streams. Sposin', Frank, you stay hyar, whiles I make tracks torst them. They look like they wa'n't mor'n ten miles off anyhow. I ked easy get back by the mornin'. D'ye think ye kin hold out thet long by swallerin' a bit o' the buzzart?" "I think I could hold out that long as well without it.
I kind o' like you. But the bear did mind. He didn't want to be et up by a basket. He'd always done the swallerin' himself an' he hollered an' swore at the basket an' tried to scare it off.
"Dorgan ain't swallerin' your yarn about Randerson puttin' a kink in Kelso," he said to Blair. Randerson turned, a mild grin on his face. "You fellows quit your soft-soapin' about that run-in with Kelso," he said. "There ain't any compliments due me. I was pretty lucky to get out of that scrape with a whole hide. They told me Kelso's gun got snagged when he was tryin' to draw it."
An' them joshin' 'n' guyin' me, an' me swallerin' it like a tenderfoot! . . . An' never did fer one of 'em!" The dog evidently considered it too preposterous for caudal comment; eyes and ears and nose were stretched toward the shore they were nearing. "Yah, she's thar all right, eh, Juno? Yer eyes is better'n mine but I bet I kin feel her thar. That's whar I git the bulge on yuh, ole woman."
Well, an' what do you s'pose I found out? If that little scamp of a boy hadn't even got round him Streeter, the skinflint! He had an' he went there often, the neighbors said; an' Streeter doted on him. They declared that actually he give him a cent once though THAT part I ain't swallerin' yet.
But the animal refused to go and despite the man's utmost efforts, backed farther and farther into the brush. "Just shove on them bridle reins a little," observed the Texan dryly. "I think he's swallerin' the bit. What you got him all yanked in for? D'you think the head-stall won't hold the bit in? Or ain't his mouth cut back far enough to suit you?
I jes kep' my mouth shet an' said my pray'rs fur all was in me. An' ez for swallerin' water I must 'a' tuk in half a bar'l. How we was kep' cl'ar of the rocks was a miracle, out an' out.
I've told that man, more times 'n I've got fingers an' toes, that he was too soft-hearted; allus feedin' tramps 'n' stray dawgs, an' swallerin' all the beggars' yarns. 'I guess ye needn't worrit, M'riar, the old man said, with a faint show of spirit. 'Things might 'a' been worst.
Now hear me, an' mind you don' forget it's Clay Allison talkin' to you: I tells you that when that thar fish had done swallerin' Jonah, he swum aroun' fer a hull hour lookin' to see if thar was a show to pick up any o' Jonah's family or friends. Now what I tells you I reckon you're all bound to believe.
"There's a set of men here that seem to be perfickly happy so long as they're rollin' up a gob of trouble, sloppin' a little sweet-oil and molasses on the outside and foolin' some one into swallerin' it. I tell ye, Look, I've lived here a little longer than you have, and when you see a man comin' to offer you what they call an honor, kick him on general principles, and kick him hard."
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