FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   >>  
m you." "It was. This is the new skin, about a billionth of an inch thick, and oh-h-h-h," moaned the lad, struggling to his feet. "I wish you had my skin, Ned Rector. No, I don't, either I---I wish yours were drawn as tightly as mine." "Come on for a run and you will feel better" cried Tad, grasping the fat boy by an arm and racing him down to the river and back, accompanied by a series of howls from Stacy. But the limbering-up process was a success. Stacy felt better. He was able to do full justice to the breakfast that was served on the greasy blanket shortly afterwards. For breakfast the white men shared their bacon with the chief, which the Indian ate, grunting appreciatively. Before leaving, the boys bought some of the finer specimens of the Indian blankets, which they got remarkably cheap. They decided to do up a bale of these and send them home to their folks when they reached a place where there was a railroad. At present they were a good many miles from a railway, with little prospect even of seeing one for a matter of several weeks. After breakfast they bade good-bye to the chief. Chunky wanted to shake hands with Afraid Of His Face, but the chief would not permit his young buck to leave the ha-wa. Chi-i-wa, the chief's wife, bade them a grudging good-bye without so much as turning her head, after which the party rode away, Chunky uttering dismal groans because the saddle hurt him, for the fat boy was still very tender. "I know what I'll do when I get home," he said. "So do I," laughed Tad. "Well, what'll I do, if you know so much about it?" "Why, you will puff out your chest and strut up and down Main Street for the edification of the natives of Chillicothe," answered Tad. "That's what he'll do, for sure," jeered Ned. "But we'll be on hand to take him down a peg or two. Don't you forget that, Chunky." Joking and enjoying themselves to the fullest, these brown-faced, hardy young travelers continued on, making camp that night by the roaring river, reaching Camp Butler the following forenoon. Chow, the half breed pack-train man, met them with a long face. The party saw at once that something was wrong. "What's happened?" snapped Nance. "The dogs." "What about them? Speak up." "Him dead," announced the half breed stolidly. "Dead?" cried Dad and the boys in one voice. "Him dead." "What caused their death?" The half breed shook his head. All he knew was th
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   >>  



Top keywords:

Chunky

 
breakfast
 

Indian

 

forget

 

natives

 

Chillicothe

 
answered
 
Joking
 

edification

 

Street


jeered

 

saddle

 

tender

 

groans

 

uttering

 
dismal
 

enjoying

 
laughed
 

billionth

 

snapped


happened

 

announced

 

caused

 
stolidly
 

making

 

roaring

 

reaching

 

continued

 
travelers
 

fullest


Butler

 

forenoon

 
struggling
 

Before

 

appreciatively

 

leaving

 
bought
 
grunting
 

tightly

 

decided


specimens
 

blankets

 

remarkably

 

shared

 

process

 

grasping

 

success

 
limbering
 

accompanied

 
series