"Don't guess yuh've lost it! Well, I like that! I paid a dollar six bits for that necktie down at the Chicago Store. There ain't another like it in the territory. Ragsdale said so himself. You gimme that necktie or I'll pizen yore bronc."
"Goin' to de Bend to-morrow?" inquired Telescope of Loudon, when they were riding the range the day before the dance.
"I don't guess so. I don't feel just like dancin'. Don't enjoy it like I used to. Gettin' old, I guess."
"I'm goin', but not to de dance een de hotel. I'm goin' to de dance hall, un I weel play de pokair, too. Ah, I weel have de good tam. W'y not you come wit' me?"
"Maybe I will. See how I feel to-morrow. I'm goin' to pull my freight next week sometime. Got an engagement in Farewell in five weeks or so, an' I want to find the little hoss before then."
"We'll fin' heem, you un me. I am ready any tam you say."
That evening Scotty Mackenzie halted Loudon on his way to the bunkhouse.
"Goin' to the dance, Tom?" queried Scotty.
"I'm goin' to the Bend, but no dance in mine."
"Say, you make me sick! Dorothy'll be at that dance, an' yuh'll hurt her feelin's if yuh don't go. She'll think yuh don't want to dance with her or somethin'."