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"Gosh," said one, removing his hat and fanning himself with it, for the evening was warm, "when Andy said they was four girls comin' from the city to visit us I was plumb skeered. But these here girls, they ain't no ordinary kind, no siree. An' they sho' does know how to ride."
"Son, it don't rain here enough to cover the back uv a dime, even if you collect all the water that fell in a year. No, siree, what's comin' is a heap worse than rain." "An electric storm?" queried the professor. "No, sir a sand storm," rejoined the cow-puncher bluntly. As he spoke, a queer, moaning sort of sound, something like the low, distant bellow of a steer in pain, could be heard.
The effort was a sad failure. "Here's where I get off. I'm in sure bad luck. Somebody must have put a copper on me when I was born. I 'low I gotter be movin'." "You won't hate me, will you, Slim?" The Sheriff took the girl's hands in his and kissed them. "Hate you?" he almost shouted. "Why, I couldn't learn to do that; no, siree! Not in a thousand years." Polly slapped Slim on the back.
"Why, we yarned about Phil, and where I'd get the legacy to-morrow; and I s'pose I had a strong breeze on the quarter, for I talked as free as if we'd grubbed out of the same dough-pan since we was kiddies." "Yes?" "Yes siree; I don't know how it was, but I got to reelin' off about Jo queer, wasn't it?
Those are clouds." "No, siree! Mountains, with snow on 'em!" "Hooray for the Sierras, boys! There's where the gold lies." "See them?" bade Mr. Grigsby, to Charley and his father. "That's the main range of the Sierra Nevada the Snowy Range, as the Spanish goes. It divides California from the Great Desert.
"It's the truth though," affirmed the man who acted as spokesman. "Isn't it, Al?" "Yes, siree," replied Al, a heavy-looking young farm hand. "An more 'n that, he fired at me too afore I'd give up the 'orse. Oh, yes, he's a bad un, young as he looks, an hangin' wouldn't be none too good for him." "I did nothing of the kind!" cried Rod, indignantly, now finding a chance to speak.
Oh-h! if ever a girl's thumb itched, mine does to press the little electric button and start it off, to fly up a couple of hundred miles, or so, to send you back your golden egg, siree the first record from space. Oh! through all the fun of slope and snow I'll be thinking of that the entire time to-day the whole, enduring, livelong time. Yes!"
"Maybe we might take her out in the row boat," suggested Dotty, but Dolly said, "No, I'd rather not. I can row well enough, but you can't do much with your weak arm and suppose anything should happen to this blessed child! No, siree, Dot; I'm not going to take any such risk." "I think you're silly. We could row around near shore and it would please the baby a heap.
Soon we heard the same sounds again. "That's an old gander, sure," Tom admitted. "Seems to come from the same place," Addison remarked. "Out on Papoose Pond, I guess." "Yes, siree!" Tom exclaimed. "A flock of geese has come down on that pond. If I had my gun, I could get a goose. But my gun is in Wild Brook," he added regretfully. "I let go of it when I fell in."
"Goodness me!" cried the old gentleman rabbit, "I'll have to wipe off my spectacles," and he took his polka-dot handkerchief from his pocket, and after that he tied it over his old wedding stovepipe hat, for he wasn't going to lose that hat, no siree, and a no sireemam, not even if he had to tie the anchor to it.
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