“Why, I can’t imagine those mild-eyed cows making such a scramble by us as they did,” Trix Davenport remarked.
“‘Mild-eyed kine’ is good—very good indeed,” said Jennie Stone. “These long-horns are about as mild-tempered as wolves. I can remember that we saw some of them in tempestuous mood up at Silver Ranch. Isn’t that so, Helen?”
“Truly,” admitted the black-eyed girl.
“I shall never care even to eat beef if we go through many such experiences as that stampede,” Miss Cullam declared. “Let us hurry away from the vicinity of these maddened beasts.”
“We’ll be off the range to-day,” said Min dryly. “Then there won’t be nothing to scare you tenderfoots.”
“No bears, or wolves, or panthers?” drawled Jennie wickedly.
“Oh, mercy! You don’t mean there are such creatures in the hills?” cried Rebecca.
“I don’t reckon we’ll meet up with such,” Min said.
“Shouldn’t we have brought guns with us?” asked Sally timidly.
“Goodness! And shoot each other?” cried Miss Cullam.