I heard somebody whistle, and knew it was either Banty Gage or Skoodles Gordon. I whistled back.
“Here come the fellers,” says I. “Now we kin have a reg’lar shootin’-match.”
“Guess I’ll be moggin’ along,” says Catty.
“Why?”
“Oh, I dunno. Just guess I’ll be goin’.”
“I wisht you’d show those kids how you can shoot that beanie.”
“I ain’t much for kids. Don’t have much to do with ’em.”
“Why not? You stopped and talked with me.”
“I was sort of int’rested in the way you was missin’ that bottle. Glad I stopped, too. I got to see your Dad. He’s mighty near as good a Dad as mine.”
“Aw, rats!” says I. “Banty and Skoodles is heaps of fun.”