An-n dlead the Great Bear home!"

That was Bud's contribution.

"Aw, for gosh sake, _shut up_!" yelled Johnny, his temper rising again.

From the bungalow, when he passed it on his way to the bunk house, came
the measured thump-thump of a piano playing the same old tune with a
stress meant to mock him and madden him.

"Then if she'll smile I'll stop awhile,
And kiss her snow-white hand."

That was Mary V, singing at the top of her voice, and Johnny walked
stiff-backed down the path. He wanted to turn and repeat to Mary V what
he had shouted to Bud, but he refrained, though not from any chivalry,
I am sorry to say. Johnny feared that it would be playing into her hand
too much if he took that much notice of her. He wouldn't give her the
satisfaction of knowing he heard her.

"It would be grand to kiss 'er hand,
Her-rr snow-white hand if I had the sand,"

Bud finished unctuously, adjusting the tune to fit the words.

Johnny swore, flung open the low door of the bunk house, went in, and
slammed it shut after him, and began to pack his personal belongings.
Presently Tex came in, warbling like a lovesick crow:

"I'll cir-cle high 's if pass-in' by,