Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower
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page 107 of 174 (61%)
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The Old Map knocked the ashes out of his pipe and went in to look at him.
"Did Weary say I got bucked off?" demanded the sick man before the Old Man was fairly in the room. "If he did, he lied, that's all. I didn't think Weary'd do me dirt like that--I thought he'd stand by me if anybody would. He knows I wasn't throwed. I--" "Here, young fellow," put in the Old Man, calmly, "don't yuh git t' rampagin' around over nothin'! You turn over there an' go t' sleep." "I'll be hanged if I will!" retorted Chip. "If Weary's taken to lying about me I'll have it out with him if I break all the rest of my bones doing it. Do you think I'm going to stand a thing like that? I'll see--" "Easy there, doggone it. I never heard Weary say't yuh got bucked off. Whizzer turned over on his head, 's near as I c'd make out fer dust. I took it he turned a summerset." Chip's befogged brain caught at the last word. "Yes, that's just what he did. It beats me how Weary could say, or even think, that I--it was the jack rabbit first--and I told her the supply was limited--and if we do furnish lots of amusement--but I guess I made her understand I wasn't so easy as she took me to be. She--" "Hey?" The Old Man could hardly be blamed for losing the drift of Chip's rapid utterances. "If we want to get them rounded up before the dance, I'll--it's a good |
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