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And perhaps unconsciously Whitey's under lip and jaw shot out, and his face took on much the expression of Bull's. Whitey would like to see any one stop him from going. That new, elderly cook not only approved of Whitey's purpose of disobedience or rebellion, he aided him in it; yes, if it cost him his job!
"You talk all the time! You " He was interrupted by Whitey's peculiar cough. Both boys jumped and forgot their argument. "He means he wants some more to eat, I bet," said Sam. "Well, if he does, he's got to wait," Penrod declared. "We got to get the most important thing of all fixed up first." "What's that, Penrod?" "The reward," said Penrod mildly.
I'm glad to hear you say that!" Henrietta Hen cried. "Now I won't need to worry that is, if you know what you're talking about." That, of course, was a most impolite way for Henrietta Hen to speak to anybody of old Whitey's age. Whitey was the oldest hen in the flock. And what she didn't know about such things as nests and eggs and roosts wasn't worth knowing.
"Say, Bill," protested Buck Higgins, "'f you couldn't shoot no straighter'n you c'n talk you'd be a mighty poor risk for a insurance comp'ny. Nev' mind this here Jennie's history from th' time of th' flood. Get down t' th' present day." "Well," Bill continued reluctantly, "I tells Jennie 'bout Injun an' Whitey's bein' 'bout t' be added to her string o' pupils, an' what d'ye s'pose she responds?
Tramp, tramp, tramp. Old Whitey went down the road. Paul heard him go across the bridge by the mill, and up the hill the other side of the brook. "Go it, old fellow!" he shouted, then listened again. It was a calm night, and he could just hear old Whitey's feet, tramp, tramp, tramp.
Yet Injun thought he was one, and if asked for his reasons probably could not have told them. You know that Injun suspected Dorgan of taking Whitey's pony, and now Whitey learned for the first time that Injun had seen Dorgan stealing away from the sheep ranch on the night of the war.
But it's nothing like the beautiful, big, white one. This last egg is much smaller; and it's brown." Old Whitey nodded her head. "Well!" she said. "What's your difficulty?" "Don't you think," said Henrietta, "that if Johnnie Green finds my nest he'll be sure to take both eggs?" "No, I don't," was old Whitey's blunt answer. "Then he'll be sure to take the big, white one," Henrietta Hen wailed.
It wouldn't take much of that to make it worth while for the bandits to hold up the shipment. Although the mist was getting thicker, it seemed singular that the train did not appear. The inaction of waiting was beginning to get on Whitey's nerves and would have affected Injun's if he'd had any. At that, they had not been waiting very long, though they did not know it. "It must be getting near.
Al Strong's store was also the postoffice, and every man, woman, and child that happened to be there at mail-time had a fine view of Whitey's boots. That night, when Whitey went to bed, he was quite tired from exhibiting them. The next day Whitey figured that about every human being and animal in the neighborhood had seen his boots. Then he happened to think of the Indians fishing on the river.
Buckskin moccasins, with little bead decorations. In the cold of winter, when the snow was deep, and when the big thaws came, Whitey wore heavy, moccasin-like muck-lucks, made of buckskin, which laced high, nearly to his knees, and over the tops of which hung the tops of heavy, woolen socks. These comprised Injun and Whitey's footwear for the seasons.
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