"Sure is—be hell to ride, though!" Bert commented. "Wonder where the
Ramblin' Kid is—"
"S-h-hh! Yonder he is," Charley Saunders said, observing the figure under the shed, "—asleep. Come on away and let him rest!"
"Breakfast's ready anyhow," Old Heck added.
"And Skinny ain't shaved or powdered his face yet—" Chuck laughed; "these lovers ought to fix themselves up better!"
"Shut up, you blamed idiot, ain't you got no respect?" Parker said as they turned toward the house.
"Listen at Parker, he's one of them, too," Chuck continued; "this is his day to be a sweetheart to the widow!"
"I'd rather have Skinny's job," Bert said with a snicker, "I'd be afraid of Ophelia—"
"Why?"
"She acts too gentle to start with"—"
"Give her time," Charley suggested, "she'll bu'st loose when she gets better acquainted!"