He's sure a deliberate kind of a cuss, isn't he?
Must have had this thing all figured out a week ago.

The boys are all tickled to death at the way he got it in the neck; they know Dick pretty well.

But if you'd told me not to say anything, I'd have said he stubbed his toe on his shadow and fell all over himself, and let it go at that." "Lordy me! Jim, you needn't worry about it; you ought to know you can't keep a thing like this quiet, on a ranch.

It doesn't matter much how he got that whisky here, either; I know well enough you didn't haul it out.
I'd figured it out about as Walt says.
"Say, it looks as if you'll have to wrastle with the pots and pans till to-morrow.

The lower fence I'll ride, this afternoon; did you get clear around the Pinnacle field ?" "I sure did--and she's tight as a drum.