“Mama mine!” chuckled Bantie. “And Tellurium shore wasn’t built fer such speed neither!”
The little gray kitten on the bunk voiced its hunger and got a whole can of precious condensed milk for supper that night.
Tellurium went over to play poker with Magpie that night but neither of them mentioned Bantie until the evening was nearly over. Magpie shoved back from the table and began to polish his glasses on a piece of buckskin.
“My eyes are gittin’ plumb bad,” he complained. “Sometimes I think I see things and I know doggone well I don’t. I reckon I’d better wear my specs all th’ time.”
“Reckon I’ll have to git some too,” agreed Tellurium.
“Yore vision botherin’ yuh too?”
“Same as yours.”
“When did yuh notice it first?”
“This afternoon. I—huh—say, Magpie, did yuh notice anything—well, sort a unusual down to Bantie’s?”
“Say!” exploded Magpie, leaning across the table. “Did you see it too?”