I ketche'd'm.

'Way ova dere," he added, tilting his tow head toward the darkness behind him.
Bob Birnie rode up at a gallop, pulled up his horse in the edge of the fire glow and dismounted hastily.
Bob Birnie never needed more than one glance to furnish him the details of a scene.

He saw the very small boy confronting his mother with a dead snake, a horned toad and a stubborn set to his lips.

He saw that the mother looked rather helpless before the combination--and his brown mustache hid a smile.

He walked up and looked his first-born over.
"Buddy," He demanded sternly, "where have you been ?" "Out dere.