He'll be good and hungry, and the scare will do him good." He forced himself to speak as though the Kid had merely fallen on the corral fence, or something like that.

"You've got to make up your mind to these things," he argued, "if you tackle raising a boy, Dell.

Why, I'll bet I ran off and scared my folks into fits fifty times when I was a kid." "But--he's--just a baby!" sobbed the Little Doctor with her face pressed hard against Chip's strong, comforting shoulder.
"He's a little devil!" amended Chip fiercely.

"He ought to be walloped for scaring you like this.

He's just as capable of looking after himself as most kids twice his size.