"Why don't you try hangin' an alarm clock in his fore-riggin' ?" he asked.
"Haw! haw!" roared the depot master.
"Git up, you--you lump!" bellowed the harassed Mr.Lumley.

Dan'l pricked up one ear, then a hoof, and slowly got under way.

As the equipage passed the Baker homestead, the whole family was clustered about the gate, staring at the occupant of the wagon.

The stare was returned.
"Who lives in there ?" demanded the stranger.

"Who are those folks ?" "Ceph Baker's tribe," was the sullen answer.
"Baker, hey?
Humph! new folks, I presume likely.