Then something choked Miss Allen and she turned her back upon him abruptly.
"I've got one, two, free, fourteen left," said the Kid, counting them gravely.

"If I had 'membered to bring matches," he added regretfully, "I could have a fire and toast rabbit legs.

I guess you got some glass, didn't you?
I got some and it cutted my tongue so the bleed came--but I never cried," he made haste to deny stoutly.

"I'm a rell ole cowpuncher now.

I just cussed." He looked at her gravely.