He wished he had some grub in a sack, but he thought he must be nearly home now.

He had come a terribly far ways since he ran away from that pilgrim who was going to cut off his ears.
The Kid was so sleepy, and so tired that he almost fell out of the saddle once when Silver, who had been loping easily across a fairly level stretch of ground, slowed abruptly to negotiate a washout crossing.

He had been thinking about those baby bear cubs digging ants and eating them.

He had almost seen them doing it; but he remembered now that he was going home to tell the bunch how the man had lied to him and tried to make him stay down here.

The bunch would sure fix him when they heard about that.
He was still thinking vengefully of the punishment which the Happy Family would surely mete out to H.J.Owens when Silver lifted his head, looked off to the right and gave a shrill whinny.