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"Never could go anywhere, nor have any fun, but what some of the children had to tag," he protested. "Hoo-ee!" He cupped his hands and sent his voice toward where two men in a vehicle had halted their horses and were looking anxiously up. "Well what is it?" "Did you get lost? We hired a buggy and came out to find you," the man below called up.
Up at the house, Riley appeared in the kitchen doorway and gave a long halloo while he wiped his big freckled hand on his flour-sack apron. "Hoo-ee! Come an' git it!" He waited a moment, until he saw riders dismounting and leading their horses into the little corral.
They had just sat down when they were startled by a voice calling from somewhere off in the bushes to the northward of them. "Hoo-ee!" The boys started up, thinking that perhaps some of the Rangers had returned. Instead of the Rangers a stranger rode in on a wiry little pony. He doffed his sombrero gracefully and sat regarding them smilingly. "Howdy, pardners," greeted the newcomer.
"But hit feels all right now all right Hoo-ee!" he suddenly broke off to answer to a far, faint hail from the road below them. "Pap! Hey Pap!" The words came up through the clear blue air, infinitely diminished and attenuated, like some insect cry. The tall man seemed to guess just what the interruption would be. He turned with a pettish exclamation.
"Lord, Lord; Did you hear that, Lydia? Hoo-ee, Mrs. Hardwick! Did you hear what Jim's saying? They've got Gray! Johnnie Consadine's bringing him in his own car." Then turning once more to his companion: "Come on, dear; we'll ride right down to the hospital. Jim said he was hurt. That's where she would take him. That Johnnie Consadine of yours is the girl isn't she a wonder, though?"
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