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Updated: May 20, 2025
The doctor, thanking her from the bottom of his heart, drank not to Zip's health, but to hers, and thus the exciting evening ended peacefully and everyone was happy, including Zip, as the doctor gave him all the Maraschino cherries in his glass, something he dearly loved, though you may think it was a queer thing for a little dog to like.
"Seein' kids was in your mind, I naturally tho't o' Zip's." Sandy nodded. But he was only half convinced. How on earth, he wondered, did she know he was thinking of Zip's kids? He felt that it would be best to nip that idea in the bud. It was undignified that he should appear to be interested in Zip's twins. "I ain't interested in no special kids," he said, with some dignity.
Just one of Zip's eyes stuck out of a hole where the candy had dropped off, and his poor little tail stuck out like a handle on the other side of the ball. That was all that could be seen of Zip at that moment, for in his numerous rolls, the candy had spread all over him until he was no longer a dog with legs but just one round ball of molasses candy.
Excitement was still raging. Half the camp was down at Zip's claim watching the miracle of the oil gusher, and the other half was either on their way thither or returning from it. Some of them were gathering the raw oil in cans and tubs, others were hurrying to do so. And none of them quite knew why they were doing it, or what, if any, the use they could put the stuff to.
Seeing the water was fast climbing up to where it would reach Zip's mouth, and knowing it would drown him, the doctor turned off the spigot. The children had never thought that the poor dog could not move his head to keep out of the water.
"Where you goin', all alone, 'thout me?" cried Dotty Dimple, from the top of the bank. "You here? What did you come for?" said Susy. For answer, Dotty took a pair of rubber overshoes out of Zip's mouth. "Grandma says to put 'em right on, or you'll catch the hookin' cough; the boat's wet." "There, now," said Susy, putting on the rubbers, "I've forgot the basket for those Jack-in-the-pulpit roots.
Even Sandy had no comment to offer, while Toby resorted to biting his forefinger and gazing stupidly at the opposite wall. It was Sunny who finally broke the silence. "Guess I'll jest writ' out the chief points fer Zip's guidance?" he asked. Bill nodded. "That's it, sure," he agreed. "Jest the chief points.
"Not nigh Zip's?" he suggested. The half-grin in Bill's eyes was becoming more savage. "Yep an' I bought it." His information increased the interest with a bound. Every man there knew, or believed, that Zip's claim was the only one on the Creek. "I didn't know there was any other but Zip's," said Joe Brand, his interest outrunning his discretion. "Ah, you buttin' in again," sneered Bill.
"Well," said Laddie slowly, as he took off his own hat to run his fingers through his hair, "that isn't as good a riddle as the one about Zip's breath coming in short pants." "Maybe not. But it's harder to guess," said Russ. Then the two boys, after waiting for Zip's breath to come out of short pants that is, waiting for him to get rested went for a ride in the dog-cart.
"Wal," he went on, "I don't guess I ken make folks talk if they don't notion it. But I want to say right here I bought ha'f o' Zip's claim fer good dollars, an' I'm goin' to pay Sandy Joyce a tiptop wage fer workin' my share. An'" he paused and glanced swiftly and defiantly at the faces which were no longer smiling "an' I want to say I bought the richest lay-out in this bum camp.
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