Dad beckoned with his hand, but Rabbit did not stir; waved his hat to emphasize his command; Rabbit remained quiet among the bushes, the top of her black head in plain view.
“She’s afraid we’ve hatched up some kind of a trick between us to work off on her,” said Dad.
“You can’t blame her for being a little distrustful, Dad. But let her go; I’ll meet her at your camp one of these days.”
“Yes, you’ll meet her over there, all right, for she’s goin’ to stick to me till I’m under ground. That’s one time too many I married––just one time too many!”
“I suppose a man can overdo it; I’ve heard it said.”
“If I hadn’t ’a’ left that blame vest!”
“Yes, that seems to be where you blundered. You’ll know better next time, Dad.”
“Yes, but there never will be no next time,” Dad sighed.
“Have you seen Reid over your way this morning?”