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Does dogs eat lizards?" Big Jim swung to the saddle and hazed the old pack-horse ahead. "Don't know, Jimmy. Sometimes the Indians eat them." "Eat stingin' lizards?" "Yep." "Well, I guess Smiler can, then. Come on, ole-timer!" Suddenly Little Jim thought of his mother. It seemed that she ought to be with them. Little Jim had wept when Smiler was in question.
"I saw one in a store window once as I was going by," he parried facetiously. "That was quite a while back." "Yeah. Well, how's your luck with bannock? I've got it all mixed." "Dump her in here, ole-timer," cried Bud, holding out the frying pan emptied of all but grease. "Wish I had another hot skillet to turn over the top." "I guess you've been there, all right," the other chuckled.
He's my brother-in-law, and he's the best man we could pick in the county for what you want. I get you, all right. There won't be anything drop about what you just told me." "There better hadn't be anything drop!" Starr told him dryly. "You're into something deeper than county work now, ole-timer. This is Federal business, remember.
Didn't hear you till I got most on top of you. You sure got some private shootin'-gallery." Pete led his pony up the steep trail and squatted beside Bailey. "How long you been watching me, Jim?" "Oh, jest since you started shooting under your hoss. What's the idea?" "Nothin', jest practicin'." "You must 'a' been practicin' quite a' spell. You handle that smoke-wagon like an ole-timer."
The boys talked so fast they almost neglected to eat their breakfast. They were full of enthusiasm, which fact Pan could not but see was owing to his arrival. It amused him. Moran, like many other cowboys, had always attributed to Pan a prowess and character he felt sure were undeserved. Yet it touched him. "Wal, ole-timer, we'll rustle now," finally said Moran.
Little Jim glanced back to where Smiler padded along, his tongue out and his eyes already rimmed with dust, for he would insist upon traveling tight to Lazy's heels. Little Jim leaned back. "Stick it out, ole-timer! But don't you go to cuttin' dad's trail till he gets kind of used to seein' you around. Sabe?" Smiler grinned through a dust-begrimed countenance. He wagged his tail.
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