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"I've picked up considerable knowledge of the female disposition from wranglin' dudes. A bald-face bear with cubs is a reg'lar streak of sunshine compared to a lady-dude I had out campin' once when she got tired or hungry, or otherwise on the peck. Her and me got feelin' pretty hos-tile toward each other 'fore we quit.
"She might not be there if we stayed away all night. Besides, I'm scared to leave it alone by itself." "Leave what?" gasped Winthrop. "It. The find I made while you was out surveyin' the Santa Fé. I was feared you'd get nervous prosecution if I told you all to once, so I breaks it easy like." "What was it?" "Nothin' but a tent in the cañon we're campin' in.
"Ah," rejoined Rube, "you never learnt the meanin' of campin' out. You ain't got the instincts of a scout, the same as Kiddie an' me. Don't suppose you even knows the name of the bird that's bin warblin' so sweet for the past half-hour in the tree over your head." Isa turned and looked up into the tree.
"As a man as has allers borne a fair reputation," began Mr. Mr. "Ye may not disremember that about a month ago I fetched here what so be as we'll call a young man whose name might be as it were Milton Milton Chubbuck." Mr. "Thet same party I'd knowed better nor fower year, two on 'em campin' out together.
Phil grumbled inarticulately, and Jacker's tone became hoarser and more piratical still. 'Who's commandin' here? he growled. 'D'ye mean mutiny? 'Oh, shut up! said Doon, bitterly. 'No one's goin' t' mutiny, but there ain't no fun campin' here. McKnight relented. 'All right, he said, 'come down if you wanter. S'pose you'll on'y be makin' some kind of a row 'f I leave you.
Three of us chased him on horseback one day, but we didn't ketch him. So we made up our minds to git back on Dave some way or other, an' it come about this way. About six months arter the smoked-out darnce, four or five of us same fellers was campin' on th' Pipeclay agen, an' it was a dry season. It was dryer an' hotter than it was cold 'n' wet the larst time.
"If you'd gone farther up the gorge," said the other, "you'd of found the best sort of a campin' place water and everything." "Then I'll go," said Mary, shrinking at the thought of the strange, cold outdoors compared with this cheery fire. But she put on the slicker and started for the door. At the last moment the host was touched with compunction. He called: "Wait a minute.
Old Man Hard Luck's campin' on his trail sure enough. The banks'll be shakin' their heads at his paper soon." The stage had stopped to take on a mailsack. Now it started again, and the rest of the talk was lost to Dave. But he had heard enough to guess that the old feud between Crawford and Steelman had taken on a new phase, one in which his friend was likely to get the worst of it.
We are only campin' out, here; and we have to move our tents along, and let the new things push us out of the way. The old things now, are the new ones of the past; and what seems new to us, will soon be the old. Why, how long does it seem, only a minute, since we was a buildin' moss houses down in the woods back of the old schoolhouse?
I've seen life-time friends go in there campin' and come out enemies each one sittin' on his own grub-box and not speakin'. But it don't look as if we was goin' to have any serious trouble they're nice people." "And they think the world of me," Wallie reiterated. "I've been thinkin' I could lose the horses for two or three days and that would count up considerable.
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