“I feel foolish goin’ back there,” said Hashknife. “Kinda looks as though we were imposin’ on yuh.”
“Yuh throw that in a can,” said Honey. “Yo’re welcome to stay as long as yuh can. I can’t quite sabe you two boys.”
“Jist in what way?”
“Well, I never seen yuh before until last night. Yuh come in and I forget that I don’t know yuh. I tell yuh all about the trouble, and—well, yuh know what I mean, don’tcha? It jist seemed the natural thing to do. And Wong Lee took to yuh. Wong’s kinda funny thataway.
“Why, sometimes the boys from the Circle M stop here. Yuh see they go past here to their ranch from town. Wong ain’t never spoken to one of ’em. Other fellers show up here at mealtime, and Wong says nothin’. But he shore talked to yuh, and promised yuh more meals. Do dogs ever foller yuh?”
“Sometimes,” laughed Hashknife.
“I’ll betcha. Never bite yuh, do they?”
“Haven’t yet.”
“Never will. Huh!” Honey jerked up on the lines. “I know what the word is. I read somethin’ about it in a magazine. It’s called personality. Know what it means, Hartley?”
“Yeah, I think I do.”