“My ——!” wails Windy. “She hooked a hull on to Cheater!”
“Meaning what?”
“Cheater!” wails Windy. “That sun-fishin’ man-eater from Wyoming. Looks like Tinker. Oh, —— it! Sleepy, that hawse is plumb loco! He might go good for a mile and then dump her off and walk on her. He’s a —— tiger!”
“Glay hoss,” says Sing, stony-faced, coming up to us; “look like Tinker, yo’ sabe? Me t’ink —— bad hoss, when me see Tinker. Mebbyso she get dump. Me no see her go. Where Lashknife? Mebbyso he go too.”
“I suppose that —— fool rode a gentle bronc,” wails Windy. “Where did she go-o-o-o?”
“You must ’a’ herded sheep,” says I. “I knowed a shepherd who used to say, _‘Ya-a-a-a-a-s_ and no-o-o-o-o,’ just like you do.”
“Funny, ain’tcha?” he howls. “Lady in peril, and you gets comical.”
“What do yuh want me to do—turn a handspring or climb a tree? We don’t know where she went, do we?”
“My ——, you can ask useless questions, Sleepy! Don’t know where she went, do we? I ask yuh to answer it yourself. You makes me tired, I tell yuh. Just stand around and ask fool questions, when a-a——”
“Lady is in peril. Now, just what had we ought to do. Windy? Can yuh track that pet man-eater? Got any idea what direction said horse favors to go? If you——”