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But to Whitey's further surprise Injun paid no heed, but kept calmly on his way, and there was nothing for Whitey to do but to follow. The gully, or little canyon, was about fifty feet deep, and the creek that ran through it about that many feet wide. At the lowest part, near the stream, Injun paused. "Where are their horses?" Whitey whispered.
"No, he won't," old Whitey told her. "If he does, I'll miss my guess." Well, that was really too much for Henrietta Hen to believe. "That boy will never take a little egg and leave a big one," she declared. "You wait and see if he doesn't," old Whitey advised her. So Henrietta waited. Though she had little faith in old Whitey's advice, Henrietta could think of nothing else to do.
Steele demanded. "Your father's got plenty o' money." Whitey's real reason was that he wanted to be among the men to watch Dorgan, but he equivocated which is a pretty way of saying that he told a white lie. "Bill Jordan thinks I'm a softy," Whitey replied. "He's trying to make it so hard for me that I'll be glad to go back to school. And I want to show Bill that I'm not afraid of work."
Fishing and hunting were all very well, but he'd had a lot of them in his young life, and they were no novelty. It was like asking a sailor to go for a sail, on his day off. And Injun couldn't fully understand Whitey's wanting to do all these things. But do you think he voiced his objections to them? He did not. For in one way Injun was like a faithful dog he accepted things he didn't understand.
Whitey's nerves were pretty steady, as you know, but after about four hours of this, Little got him so fidgety that he thought he would fall off the horse. Finally he thought Little had changed the subject, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Drink's a awful evil," Little announced solemnly.
Jimmie Dale smiled. "I agree," said Lannigan shortly. Jimmie Dale stepped back. The electric-light switch clicked. The place was in darkness. There was a moment, two, of utter stillness; then softly, from the front end of the shop, a whisper: "If I were you, Lannigan, I'd take that gun from Whitey's pocket before he comes round and beats you to it."
Whitey's breathing was rather labored but regular, and, as Sam remarked, he looked "better," even in his slumber. It is not to be doubted that, although Whitey was suffering from a light attack of colic, his feelings were in the main those of contentment. After trouble, he was solaced; after exposure, he was sheltered; after hunger and thirst, he was fed and watered. He slept.
Perhaps that lady believed that Injun's morals were swear-proof, or that he didn't have any, for she didn't mention him. And to crown Whitey's annoyance and chagrin, just as he was being led away to the darned old house Injun appeared. And his face was lighted up for Injun's. And his eyes were shining with an unholy light. For he had heard something!
It was during this that in Whitey's mind he, in a mysterious way, changed to Buck, or rather Buck changed to Whitey, and the stallion changed to an antelope, and pretty soon things began to get rather vague generally. When Whitey awoke, the bunk house was almost dark. How long he had been lying asleep he did not know. The light came from a candle, and presently Whitey heard voices.
At least they made their nests in the stack and laid their eggs there. And they were the only hens that the Bar O boasted, for hens were scarce in Montana in those days as Buck said, "almost as scarce as hen's teeth, an' every one knows there ain't no such thing." It was Whitey's particular business to gather the eggs of those hens, which they saw fit to lay early in the morning.
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