CHAPTER XXXV
The Scalp Hunter
SKIPPY in his sentimental progress had now reached the point where if he could not control the impulses of his sentiments he could at least review the past with some instructive profit.
"Girls are queer things, aren't they?" he said ruminatively to Snorky Green, for the mood of confidence was on him.
"Queerer and queerier," said Snorky, considering the bosom of last night's dress shirt with a view to future service.
"They get you before you know it and as soon as they get you they worry the life out of you. One way or the other they start to making you miserable just as soon as you show them you've fallen for them. Now why?"
"Woman has no sense of gratitude," said Snorky, who had heard the phrase from a brother who had suffered.
"And you can't be friends with them—well you know, just friends."
"I know," said Snorky heavily.