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Savvy that, miss?" It was a treat for Helen to see Bo look at the cowboy. "Mis-ter Carmichael, may I ask how you are going to prevent me from riding where I like?" "Wal, if you're goin' worse locoed this way I'll keep you off'n a hoss if I have to rope you an' tie you up. By golly, I will!" His dry humor was gone and manifestly he meant what he said.
Oh, she was such a tiny thing that she was not much larger than a doll. "How do you do, Nurse Jane," said the little girl, making a low bow, and shaking her curly hair. "Why, I am very well, thank you," the muskrat lady said. "How are you?" "Oh, I'm very well, too, Nurse Jane." "Ha! You seem to know me, but I am not so sure I know you," said Uncle Wiggily's housekeeper. "Are you Little Bo Peep?"
"Thank Heaven!" murmured Helen, and then she shook Bo. That young lady awoke, but was loath to give up slumber. "Bo! Bo! Wake up! Mr. Roy is back." Whereupon Bo sat up, disheveled and sleepy-eyed. "Oh-h, but I ache!" she moaned. But her eyes took in the camp scene to the effect that she added, "Is breakfast ready?" "Almost. An' flapjacks this mornin'," replied Dale.
The young girl closed the door, whereupon there came a gay chirping from birds perching, the bewildered lawyer discovered, in various places around the room quite as though this corner of a tenement was a woodland. "Hush, Bo, hush. They're dreadfully noisy. They love company. Won't you sit down?" Mr. Allendyce sat gingerly upon the nearest chair. His companion pulled one up close to him.
His lazy smile was infectious and his meaning was as clear as crystal water. The gaze he bent upon Bo somehow pleased Helen. The last year or two, since Bo had grown prettier all the time, she had been a magnet for admiring glances. This one of the cowboy's inspired respect and liking, as well as amusement. It certainly was not lost upon Bo.
"Those experiences to come to ME!" breathed Helen, incredulously. "Never!" "Sister Nell, they sure will particularly the last-named one the mad love," chimed in Bo, mischievously, yet believingly. Neither Dale nor Helen appeared to hear her interruption. "Let me put it simpler," began Dale, evidently racking his brain for analogy.
"Well, say, you can scratch me on the joyful business. I'm th' guy as only takes chances he's paid t' take." "How much are you getting on this job, Spider?" "Oh well I mean say, what's th' time, bo?" "Five minutes after eight why?" "I guess d' Kid's in th' ring, then. There's a full card t'night, an' he's scheduled for eight sharp, so I reckon he's fightin' now an' good luck to him!"
Good-night! Toddle along, bo; there's nothing coming from me. Nix." "Would ten dollars make you talk?" asked the reporter, desperately. "Ye-ah about the Kaiser and his wood-sawing. By-by!" The operator, secretly enjoying the reporter's discomfiture, shut off the lights, slammed the elevator door to the latch, and walked to the revolving doors, to the tune of Garry Owen.
Some fight, bo', some fight!" "I'm lighter than you by forty pounds," Carson said. "Let me go first." They stood on the edge of the crevasse. It was enormous and ancient, fully a hundred feet across, with sloping, age-eaten sides instead of sharp-angled rims. At this one place it was bridged by a huge mass of pressure-hardened snow that was itself half ice.
But on hearin' somethin', I don't know what, I turned back an' there Steele had got a long arm on Bo Snecker, who was tryin' to throw a gun. "But he wasn't quick enough. The gun banged in the air an' then it went spinnin' away, while Snecker dropped in a heap on the floor. The table was overturned, an' March, the other rustler, who was on that side, got up, pullin' his gun.
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