“I hope the horse sees yuh takin’ them,” says Magpie.
Then the meeting broke up, and we adjourned to Buck’s place.
Scenery is tickled stiff to think he’s goin’ to be a actor, but I ain’t cheering—yet. Me and Dirty Shirt are veterans in this acting game, and we knows it takes nerve, speed and a strong constitution.
The old Romans and their wild animal arena never had nothing of Piperock. She’s a place where milk comes in tin cans, and the only honey is what the sand-hornets puts up for their own use. Her motto is:
“Hurrah for ——! Who’s afraid of a little fire?”
In Buck’s place we finds Muley and Chuck, and pretty soon Telescope Tolliver and Henry Peck comes in, which makes the Cross J quartet complete.
“They won’t let us sing, Telescope,” says Muley, sad-like.
“They won’t?” says Telescope, surprized. “Won’t let us sing?”
“Not a note. Not only that but they insults us a heap.”
“Well,” says Henry Peck. “Well, the nerve of the pelicans.”