4/13 There's nothing th' matter with his eyesight, but he's plumb locoed, all th' same. He'll go an' get stuck on her an' then she'll hit th' trail for home an' mamma, an' he won't be worth his feed for a year." Then he paused in consternation: "Thunder, Red: he's got to shoot to-morrow!" "Well, suppose he has ?" Responded Red. "I don't reckon she'll stampede his gun-play none. "No, an' that's what's th' matter with yu. Why, do yu expect to see him to-morrow? |