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Updated: April 30, 2025
Chip was by no means passive. For every jump that Whizzer made the rawhide quirt landed across his flaring nostrils, and the locked rowels of Chip's spurs raked the sorrel sides from cinch to flank, leaving crimson streams behind them.
Getting that sack tied fast to the saddle after the saddle was on Silver's back was no easy task for a boy who is six, even though he is large for his age. Still, being Chip's Kid and the Little Doctor's he did it with the help of the oats box and Silver's patient disposition. There were other things which the bunch always tied on their saddles; a blanket, for instance, and a rope.
Once safe from observation, he threw himself into the sweetly pungent "blue- joint" and laughed and laughed. Chip's nervous system did not demand the relief of cachinnation. He went away to Silver's stall and groped blindly to the place where two luminous, green moons shone upon him in the darkness.
It was an exceedingly unhappy Family that rode up the Hog's Back upon their private mounts, and away from the Flying U; in spite of Chip's assurance that he would tell the Old Man all about it as soon as he could, it was an ill-humored Family that rode into Dry Lake and cashed their several checks at the desk of the General store which also did an informal banking business, and afterwards took the train for Great Falls.
It was part of Chip's religion never to allow any man to pass him or remain near him without looking at him carefully, so lowering the paper until his eye could see just above the upper edge, he glanced at the new-comer. A thrill like an electric shock passed through him, for in every feature, except the heavy mustache, Chip saw Jim Cummings, the Adams Express robber.
He lifted his head when he heard Chip's step, and neighed wistfully. Chip bent over him, black agony in his eyes. Miss Whitmore, looking on, realized for the first time that the suffering of the horse was a mere trifle compared to that of his master. Her eyes wandered to the loaded revolver which bulged his pocket behind, and she shuddered but not for Silver.
"You needn't think I'll tell, either," said the Countess, earnestly. "I ain't forgot how you took the blame uh that sof' soap, Dell. As the sayin' is " Weary closed the door then, so they did not hear the saying which seemed to apply to this particular case. His arm hooked into Chip's, he led the way through the kitchen and down the hill to the hay corral.
Anybody as cool as you are shouldn't suffer with the heat." "I don't know I get pretty hot, sometimes. Well, what is the most splendid news? Can't you tell a fellow, after calling him up here in the hot sun?" "Well, listen. The Gilroy hospital you know, where Cecil is" Chip knew "has a case of blighted love and shattered hopes" Chip's foolish, man- heart nearly turned a somersault.
"Not very bad," Chip's tone was open to several interpretations. Cal interpreted it as a denial. "Sick?" He asked next. "Yes!" said Chip, shortly and falsely. "We'll call the doctor in, then," volunteered Jack Bates. "I don't think you will. When I'm sick enough for that I'll let you know. I'm going to bed." "Aw, come on and let him alone.
Just at first, as a joke, it would be fun, but afterward, oh, she wouldn't do a thing like that! "Don't you bring Dunk in here," warned Chip, "or things might happen. I don't want to run up against him again till I've got two good feet to stand on." Their relation was a thing to be watched over tenderly, since Chip's month of invalidism.
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