“Not I; I haven’t any hat.”
“If you never have another hat in your life,—it’s Lone Pine for you to-morrow!” declared Cranny.
CHAPTER X
BOB TAKES A FLIGHT
And Willie Sloan, in spite of his most vigorous protests, did arrive early the next morning, by means of the buckboard, at Lone Pine Ranch.
A hat had been found for him, and, as its original owner was a man of good size, the fit was not all that could be desired. A piece of newspaper stuffed into the lining, however, prevented it from slipping over Willie’s ears.
“Here comes the Insurrecto,” grinned Tom, as the conveyance rattled up.
Highly disgusted with everything and everybody, Willie made no reply. He promptly kicked a suit case off the buckboard, then another.
“Here—one of those is mine!” roared Tom.
“Come up and I’ll treat you the same way,” snorted Willie. “How-de-do, Mr. Ogden? Yes, quite well, sir, thank you.”
“Quit throwing that stuff around,” ordered Cranny, as suit case number three was about to follow the others.