“Then he’s going crazy, and you’d better keep a sharp look-out.”
“I know what’s the matter with him—he’s in love!” said Joe.
“Then why don’t he take her?” asked Sneak.
“I don’t know,” replied Joe; “maybe he will, some day. Now for a ride—how are you, Pete?” he continued, opening the stable door and rubbing the pony’s head that was instantly thrust out in salutation.
“I’ll ride the hoss,” said Sneak.
“Will you? I’m glad of it,” said Joe, “for that’ll save me the trouble of leading him.”
“That’s jest what I come for,” said Sneak, “becaise this hot morning the snakes are too thick to fight ’em on foot.”
“Can you see many of them at a time?”
“Well, I reckon you kin.”
“Won’t they bite the horses?”