“’S no use sitting up listening to the rain all night. What d’you say?” He addressed them all.
“I guess we better,” answered Mr. Wilde, and motioning to the boys as he walked toward the open doorway. “Better turn in, boys. We get out pretty early.”
“Gosh, I don’t feel a bit like it, do you, Wes?”
“Naw, I’m too excited to think about it even. They say all those old pioneers like Kit Carson and Uncle Dick Wooton hardly ever slept at all. They had to keep awake and watch for the Indians.”
“Watcha talking about? They didn’t watch for the Indians at all,” he contradicted in a superior tone of voice.
“What did they do then, huh?”
“Went out and got ’em red-handed. They had to, because they were redskins, get me?”
“Do I get you? I’m way ahead of you.”
“You score all right. You know what?”
“What?”