"That's where the bunch is--down in the brakes; I can't seem to locate them brakes." "Don't you think you ought to go home to your mother ?" Miss Allen asked him while he was struggling with the knot he had tied in the bag.
"I've got to find the bunch.

The bunch needs me," said the Kid.

"I--I guess Doctor Dell is s'prised--" "Who's Doctor Dell?
Your mother?
Your mother has just about cried herself sick, she's so lonesome without you." The Kid looked at her wide-eyed.

"Aw, gwan!" he retorted after a minute, imitating Happy Jack's disbelief of any unpleasant news.

"I guess you're jest loadin' me.