“Put it thar, pard,” said he. “I’ll take you.”
“Will you, really?” exclaimed Guy, almost beside himself with excitement and delight.
“Sartin I will. I’ve been a-lookin’ an’ a-waitin’ fur two years in hopes some feller would come along who would do fur a chum, an’ here he is, come at last. You’re just the chap fur me. I’ll make you the best buffaler hunter that Kansas ever seed. I’ll larn you to ride an’ shoot, an’ make a man of you.”
“And will you teach me how to fight Indians and catch wild horses?” asked Guy.
“In course I will.”
“How far is Kansas from here?”
“Wal, it’s a right smart piece.”
“Shall we go there on horseback?”
“Sartin.”
“And camp out on the way?”