Once Barney Bill said: "If Bob"-Bob was the old horse's unimaginative name--"if Bob doesn't have a drink soon his darned old hide'll crack." Ten minutes later: "Nothing under a quart'll wash down this dust." "Have a drink of water," suggested Paul, who had already adopted this care for drouth, with satisfactory results.
"A grown man's thirst and a boy's thirst is two entirely different things," said Barney Bill sententiously.

"To spoil this grown-up thirst of mine with water would be a crime." A mile or so farther on the road he stretched out a lean brown arm and pointed.

"See that there clump of trees?
Behind that is the Little Bear Inn.

They gives you cool china pots with blue round the edge.

You can only have 'em if you asks for 'em, Jim Blake, the landlord, being pertickler-like.