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Updated: May 12, 2025
Jerk, jerk, went Chunky's head until he feared it would be jerked from his body. "Stay by him, stay by him, kid," encouraged a sheepman. Mr. Simms rushing from his tent, startled and angry, instantly forgot the words of protest that were on his lips and joined heartily in laughter at the ludicrous sight.
My ancestors learned it from the Indians, who used to shoot them up, and the trick has been handed down in my family. Somebody throw up his hat and see me pink it," he directed, stringing his bow skilfully. The boys could not repress a smile at Chunky's self-praise.
As the Indian came at them the fat boy dived between the savage's naked legs, uttering a short, sharp yelp, for all the world just like that of a small dog attempting to frighten off a bigger antagonist. There could be only one result following Chunky's unexpected tactics. Mr. Redskin flattened himself on the ground prone upon his face.
Chunky's gaze wandered from the camp fire to the dishes and provisions that already were being packed preparatory to moving on. "I want my dinner," he wailed. "Dinner is finished, young man," replied the professor severely. "You should be on hand when meals are being served. There is no second table in this outfit, except for good and sufficient reasons." "My reasons are good. I -I fell in, I did.
There, that's right." "Hear, hear!" cried the boys. Such self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them. "Chunky's coming into his own," muttered Ned. "He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't."
"I never saw a more plucky piece of work in my life." Tad came up to where they were, laughing heartily. "Doesn't that beat all, Walt?" "It certainly does." "Our friends who were defeated do not seem to appreciate the humor of it, though," interjected the young engineer. "No, not very sportsmanlike, is it? Who is that fellow with whom Chunky's competitors are talking?" "Name is Cravath.
The ram was angry. He resented being bunted over in any such manner. The animal, scrambling to his feet, uttered a bleat, at the same time viciously throwing up his head, landing lightly, for him, on Chunky's leg. "Stop kicking me! I say you stop that you " He did not finish what he had started to say. The Merino, finding the mark a satisfactory one, had backed quickly off.
The Indians were drawing nearer every second now. The boys could see the expressions on their evil faces, intensified by the streaks of yellow and red paint. "They look as though they'd stuck their heads in a paint pail," was Chunky's muttered comment. The blankets fell away from the racing savages, flapped on the rumps of the bobbing ponies for a few seconds and then slipped to the ground.
Chunky's lips moved, but no sound came from them. His pony, however, followed the others, nearly causing its stiffened rider to fall off. Every few moments the captain would utter his owl-call, which would be answered by other similar calls pretty much all around the compass. In this way the Rangers were able to locate each other's positions, thus avoiding shooting each other.
I should say so," agreed Stacy Brown, turning over and burying his face in the fragrant green boughs of his cot. Still, the boys had no patience with Chunky's dislike to early rising, even though they themselves were not averse to a morning cat-nap. With a yell, they tumbled from their cots, descending upon Chunky in a bunch, pulling him from his bed without regard to the way in which they did so.
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