"What makes you think so?"
"He chases bugs with a fishnet."
"Oh!" cried Molly comprehendingly, and began to laugh.
The Kid looked at her with offended reproach.
"Well," he remarked finally, "you can do what you want; but you betcher life I'm keepin' away from him!"
His eyes were wide with childish wonder, strangely incongruous in this solemn, lonely little creature with his ways of early maturity and his ridiculous cut-down clothes.
"There, there," laughed Molly soothingly. "I wonder what's up with Peter!"
Peter was barking like a bunch of fire crackers.
"Sounds exciting!" said she. "Maybe it's a squirrel up a tree. Let's see!"
The Kid threw his rifle into the position of a most portentous ready, and the two entered the bushes. Peter was discovered, his hair bristling between his shoulders, jumping eagerly around some object which lay, invisible, on the ground. He snapped with excitement. The Kid ran forward with a shout. Molly picked her skirts up and followed with equal rapidity and considerably more grace. They nearly ran over a large coiled rattlesnake.