"This is IMPORTANT.

And," she troubled to explain, "I'm really in a hurry, because I'm going to help Aunt Phoebe make strawberry jam." If she thought that would fix his determination to remain and have her to himself for a few minutes, she was mistaken in her man.

Good Indian turned on his heel, and went out with his chin in the air, and found that Gene and Clark had gone off to the meadow, with Donny an unwelcome attendant, and that Wally and Jack were keeping the dust moving between the gate and the stable, trying to tempt a shot from the bluff.

They were much inclined to be skeptical regarding the bullet which Good Indian carried in his breast-pocket.
"WE can't raise anybody," Wally told him disgustedly, "and I've made three round trips myself.

I'm going to quit fooling around, and go to work." Whether he did or not, Good Indian did not wait to prove.