Don't think I'm altogether a fool." Jerry looked at him queerly, opened his mouth and shut it again so tightly that his jawbones stood out a little.

He watched Bud bathing Smoky's ankle.

When Bud was through and handed Jerry the bottle to keep for him, Jerry held him for an instant by the hand.
"Say, for Gawdsake don't talk like that promiscuous, Bud," he begged.
"You might hit too close--" "Ay, Jerry! Ever hear that old Armenian proverb, 'He who tells the truth should have one foot in the stirrup'?
I learned that in school." Jerry let go Bud's hand and took the bottle, Bud's watch that had his mother's picture pasted in the back, and his vest, a pocket of which contained a memorandum of his wagers.

Bud was stepping out of his chaps, and he looked up and grinned.

"Cheer up, Jerry.