Hands cupped around big, chocolate-colored lips and big, yellow-white teeth, Ezra whoo-ee-ed the signal that called the nearest riders to the wagon that held the boss's family.
Bob Birnie and another man turned and came trotting back, and at the call a scrambling youngster peered over his mother's shoulder in the forward opening of the prairie schooner.
"O-oh, Dulcie! We gonna git a wile cow agin!" Dulcie was asleep and did not answer, and the woman in the slat sun-bonnet pushed back with her elbow the eager, squirming body of her eldest.

"Stay in the wagon, Buddy.

Mustn't get down amongst the oxen.
One might kick you.

Lie down and take a nap with sister.

When you waken it will be nice and cool again." "Not s'eepy!" objected Buddy for the twentieth time in the past two hours.