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Bob-cat had eaten that egg, and it had tasted so good that he could think of nothing but how he could get another. So at the first opportunity he sneaked back to Turkey Wood, and without making a sound crept in among the bushes until he could see Mrs. Gobbler sitting on her eggs. There he lay and watched and watched until Mrs. Gobbler left to get something to eat.
"Yes, indeed, sir," the boy replied. "It's very comfortable here." "Got a watch?" "No, Mr. Merritt, not now." "Why not?" "Mine got lost in that little trouble I had with the bob-cat, and I didn't notice it until next day." "Saw you hadn't one the other day. Take this." He pulled a watch out of his pocket and handed it to the boy. "But, Mr. Merritt," began the boy, "your watch? Oh, I couldn't "
All at once, with a deep bay, Mustard struck out for the bushes, followed an instant later by Ginger. "They've got it! They've got it!" shouted Lige. "That's the way Tad went. Now, if those brutes don't get sidetracked on the trail of a bob-cat, we ought to round up some of our missing friends."
The Ranger slowly turned his head in silent rebuke, but although Bob-Cat was conscious of it, he was enjoying the fun too much to stop. "You know he couldn't ride the sorrel, Bob-Cat," said Rifle-Eye reproachfully. "But I can ride him, I know," said Wilbur. "I'm a good rider, really I am. And he looks gentle, besides. He is gentle, isn't he, Bob-Cat?"
Right after the meal Wilbur went down to the corral, saddled one of his two new horses, put a leading bridle on the other, and, after bidding Bob-Cat and the boys "Good-by," started for the point where he was to meet the Ranger. As he rode up, the old frontiersman scanned carefully the two horses the boy had with him and his face cleared. "What horses are those?" he asked.
The Osages, who for Injuns is some shocked at the Bob-cat's interruption of the dooel it bein' mighty onparliamentary from their standp'ints tries the Bob-cat in their triboonals for killin' Black Cloud an' he's decided on as guilty accordin' to their law.
Blake made an effort to break loose, and as he did so the bob-cat dropped from beneath his arm and fell, spitting and snarling, to the ground. Its fur was torn and matted, tufts were hanging loose, and the creature had a singularly disreputable and ferocious appearance.
Two porters were chasing the bob-cat which now and then turned upon them savagely, while several waiters, who kept at a judicious distance, tried to frighten it into a corner by flourishing their napkins. Women fled out of the creature's way, men hastily moved chairs and tables to give the pursuers room, and some of the more energetic joined in the chase. At one end of the room Mrs.
"You called me a big brown bob-cat, and you said I looked like I'd slept in the Hondo 'royo all my life. I know I looked it, too. I'll forgive you if you will excuse my blunder to-day. What became of that boy, Marcos? Have you ever seen him since you left Santa Fé?" I asked. The fair face clouded, and a look of longing crept into the big, dark eyes lifted pleadingly a moment to mine.
I am making a collection of the smaller American animals, and a bob-cat is something like a big English ferret. It has high hindquarters and walks with a curious jump, which I suppose is why it got its name. I'm not sure it lives in Canada, and an American got this one for me. I find natural history interesting." Margaret Keith was known to be eccentric, and her companion laughed.
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