After that, he took off through the sagebrush at a lope, too worldly-wise to follow the trail past the store, where someone might rush out and grab him before he could dodge away.

He was a wise little pinto--Huckleberry.
"And now, I suppose I'll have the pleasure of walking home," grumbled Evadna, standing upon the platform and gazing, with much self-pity, after her runaway.
"It's noon--stay and eat dinner with me, chicken.

Some of the boys will bring him back after you the minute he gets to the ranch.

It's too hot to walk." Miss Georgie laid a hand coaxingly upon her arm.
But Evadna was in her mood of perversity.

She wouldn't stay to dinner, because Aunt Phoebe would be expecting her.