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We call them 'teeters' because they always tip up their tails and bob so when they run. They whistle like this, 'tweet-weet tweet-weet! "There's another mite of a Sandpiper that comes around here late every summer, though it nests way up north.
Teeters did not deny it. He had not yet recovered from the fear that he might be. But he had accomplished what he had intended he had furnished Mrs. Taylor with the "one good laugh a day" which she declared her health and temperament demanded. After a pensive silence Teeters looked up wistfully: "I wonder if you and Miss Maggie would sing somethin'. I git a reg'lar cravin' to hear good music."
"I ain't apt to fergit it anyways soon," replied Teeters, dryly, "seein' as 'Tinhorn' riz and put it to a vote as to whether they should tar and feather you or jest naturally freeze you out." "The truth is acid," he laughed. "It's a fact though, Teeters, that this country's chief asset is its climate, and," with his quizzical smile, "this Scissor Outfit would make a fine dude-ranch."
Doc Peets an' me sets in our saddles surveyin' their play; an' the way them Road Runners goes about the labors of their snake killin' impresses us it ain't the first bootchery of the kind they appears in. They shorely don't need no soopervisin'. "One after the other, Jim an' Bill teeters up, all silent, with a flat cactus leaf in their beaks, an' starts to fence in the rattlesnake with 'em.
It had been done elsewhere successfully, and there was no dearth of accommodations on the place, since there was nothing much to the ranch but the buildings, as Toomey had fenced and broken up only enough land to patent the homestead. Although Teeters was now the ostensible owner, in reality the place belonged to Hughie Disston's father, who had been the heaviest loser in the cattle company.
The next day Teeters went into the post office at Prouty with more letters than he had written in all his life together. The Major was at the window perspiring under the verbal attack of a highly incensed lady. A deeply interested listener, Teeters gathered that the postmaster's faulty orthography was to blame for the contumely heaped upon him.
Teeters with a proud glance at the gaily draped room and at the table decorated with real carnations and festoons of smilax, which were visible through the double doors opening into the dining room, inquired of Prentiss with hearty friendliness: "Say, feller, don't this swell lay-out kinda take you back to Chicago or New York?"
Teeters threw out his mail carelessly. "Just weigh up them letters, will you?" The name of the head of the Astor family caught the postmaster's eyes and he looked his astonishment. "I'm expectin' him out next summer," Teeters said casually. "You don't say?" with a mixture of respect and skepticism. "Visitin'?"
"When I come back," he spoke propitiatingly, "the day after to-morrow, probably we'll go and see that petrified tree of which Teeters told us." "A lovely bribe," languidly, "but don't hurry, for mother and I are leaving to-morrow." "You mean that?" "Certainly." "I won't believe it." "You always were incredulous, Hughie."
I rather like the looks of this section." "Sheep spells 'trouble' in this country," said the cowboy, significantly. "Think so?" indifferently. Seeing Teeters was about to say something further, the Major interrupted: "What might I call your name, sir?" "Just say 'Joe, and I'll answer."
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