Only he would have to sneak off, or run off, or something, and hide where the man could not find him, and then go home to his Doctor Dell and Daddy Chip, and tell them how mean this pilgrim had been to him.

And he would tell the bunch The bunch would fix him all right! The thought cheered the Kid so that he smiled and made the man think he was listening to his darned old bear story that was just a big lie.

Think he would listen to any story that pilgrim could tell?
Huh! The gulches wore growing dusky now The Kid was tired, and he was hungry and could hardly keep from crying, he was so miserable.

But he was the son of his father--he was Chip's kid; it would take a great deal more misery and unkindness to make him cry before this pilgrim who had been so mean to him.

He rode along without saying a word.