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When your horse is away at the front leadin' the bunch and everybody yellin' for you, you're happy, but when some other fellow's horse makes the runnin' and the crowd gets a-yellin' for him, then you're sick. Pretty soon you git so you don't care." "'Vanity of vanities, all is vanity," quoted Shock. "Solomon says you're right." "Solomon, eh? Well, by all accounts he hit quite a gait, too.
"But they don't come near them?" was the query. I shook my head. "They just stand right there an' keep a-yellin' like they was in trouble." "Go on," urged the missionary. "What next? What's the man doing in the front of the other crowd you said was walking along?" "They've all stopped, an' he's sayin' something to the sick men. An' the boys with the goats 's stopped to look. Everybody's lookin'."
Just the same, it was about time, when I heard Cultus George a-yellin' at his dogs from the top of the divide, for those blamed Siwashes had ate my moccasins, my mitts, the leather lacin's, my knife-sheath, an' some of 'em was beginnin' to look mighty hungry at me me bein' better nourished, you see. "An' Smoke? He was near dead.
Westerfelt smiled, but made no reply. "Well, you'd better keep on a-thinkin' it over," counselled Slogan, as he took the saddle and blanket from his horse and examined a rubbed spot on the animal's back; "thar's a heap more fun marryin' in a body's mind than before a preacher; the law don't allow a feller but one sort of a wife, but a single man kin live alone, an' fancy he's got any kind he wants, an' then she won't be eternally a-yellin' to 'im to fetch in fire-wood.
Pore ol' feller had had Daggett on his mind, an' went sleepwalkin' an' huntin' wrapped in his blanket. "'An', says Buck ter me, 'if youse hadn't been in such a dope dream with skeer, you'd 'a' sensed what he was a-yellin'. He was callin' "Oh-oo-oo, oh-oo-oo, here Daggett! Here, boy!" an' then he'd whistle an' call again: "Here, Daggett! Here, Daggett!"
I put my hawse's belly to the ground an' we've gone 'bout two mile, when young McElroy comes chargin' up behind a-yellin' for me to stop." 'What's the matter? I asks, pullin' 'round an' facin' 'im. 'You've got a blame good hawse, Jess, he grins, 'I thought I couldn't ketch you!! Then he comes up clost an' says: "That message come wrong! 'How d'you know? I asks.
"'No, says Cherokee; 'its mother'll come hoppin' along to-morrow, a-yellin'. This yere sot Monte has jest done drove off an' left her some'ers up the trail; she'll come romancin' along in time. "'Meanwhile, says Jack, 'the infant's got to be took care of, to which dooty I volunteers.
"Well then he should be a-yellin' like them crazy loons yonder on the observation train that's what he should," nodded the coxswain. Neil Stewart was not yelling, but he wasn't missing a thing, and presently Peggy ran the launch into a clear bit of water near the three- mile flag.
"Let me tell you, Saxon, honest to God, that was one of the times I wanted to go through the ropes an' drop them fans a-yellin' for blood an' show 'em what blood is. "'For God's sake finish me, Bill, Bill says to me in that clinch; 'put her over an' I'll fall for it, but I can't lay down. "D'ye want to know? I cry there, right in the ring, in that clinch. The weeps for me.
As a matter of fact, I happened to know that Judith Taylor, daughter of the notorious Ozark moonshiner, Jap Taylor, was just past twenty the year she went to live with Auntie Sue. Looking obliquely at the old gentlewoman, with a curious expression of mingled defiance, suspicion, and affection on her almost vicious face, Judy drawled, "Was you-all a-yellin' for me?"
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