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"Didn't you go yet?" The boy's face looked as if he had received a kingdom, and his voice had a ring of triumph. "We drove down there, but I didn't care to go in without you, so we came back." "Wanta go now?" The boy's face fairly shone. "I'd love to. I'll be ready in three minutes. Could we carry some books down?" "Sure! Oh gee! That guy's got the buckboard. We'll have to walk. Doggone him!"
I wanta tell you they ain't many beautifuler sights in this world. An' they're that fine-strung, an' sensitive, an' delicate. You gotta handle 'em right-side up, glass, with care. Well, that's what you remind me of. And I'm goin' to make it my job to see you get handled an' gentled in the same way. You're as different from other women as that kind of a mare is from scrub work-horse mares.
Anyway, he was a grand fighter, and done his bit all the time and kep' the Huns from passin'." 'And I wanta tell you that we gotta hand it to these French, because they may be little guys, but they carry the longest bayonets I ever see in any man's army. "'Amen, sez all the doughboys and the gobs, except one that yells, 'Alleluia! He musta been from the South or somewheres.
You're too dog-gone trusting. You promise me you'll put a bell on your tire tester and a log chain and drag on your pump and jack say, you wouldn't believe the number of honest men that go off for a vacation and steal everything, by golly, they can haul away! Pliers, wrenches, oil cans, tire testers say, you sure wanta watch 'em when they ask yuh for a tester!
"Wanta go to a party?" demanded Perry sternly. "I gotta work," answered the taxi driver lugubriously. "I gotta keep my job." "It's a very good party." "'S a very good job." "Come on!" urged Perry. "Be a good fella. See it's pretty!" He held the camel up and the taxi driver looked at it cynically. "Huh!" Perry searched feverishly among the folds of the cloth.
"When I hire a man I expect him to pay his own expenses and send me the bill." "Quite so," agreed the other blandly. "But, you see, you aren't hiring me. I'm doing this on spec. And I don't propose to invest anything in a dubious proposition, myself. It isn't too late to call it off, you know." "No, I do' wanta do that," said the other with contorted face.
"Hiram," he remarked, "I don't wanta hurt your feelin's, but the part o' true friendship calls for me to use the surgeon's knife. Hiram, I wouldn't wear that outfit to a funeral. D'ye get me?" Hiram's blue eyes blazed. "Yes, I get you," he began coldly, then curbed a threatening outburst. "I know they're not the best in the land," he concluded sensibly, "but I feel better in 'em."
"Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the other. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied, "Lord knows I 've gota 'nough m' own t' tend to." The youth, who had been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hatred and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-by," he said.
"Can't you be sensible?" she cried. "It's awful! I tell you it's awful!" But Bert was irrepressible. "Go it, old girl!" he encouraged. "You win! Me for you every time! Now's your chance! Swat! Oh! My! A peach! A peach!" "It's the biggest rough-house I ever saw," Billy confided to Saxon. "It sure takes the Micks to mix it. But what did that dude wanta do it for? That's what gets me.
"Not right away. We got hurry-up business first." "I wanta go to my daddy." "Sure. Soon as we can. But we'll drift over to where yore sister's at first off. We're both wore to a frazzle, mebbe, but we got to trail over an' find out what's bitin' Dug." The man saddled and took the up-trail, Keith clinging to his waist. At the head of the gulch the boy pointed out the way he and Otero had come.
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