Put it would be a change; I'd run up and down the track, if I didn't have to stick here in this office all day." "I can't stand walking," Saunders whined.

"It makes me cough." To illustrate, he gave another little hack behind his hand.

"I went up to the stable yesterday with a book, and laid down in the hay.

And I went to sleep, and Pete thought I was lost, I guess." He grinned, which was not pleasant, for he chewed tobacco and had ugly, discolored teeth into the bargain.
"I like to lay in the hay," he added lifelessly.

"I guess I'll take my bed up there; that lean-to is awful hot." "Well, you're lucky that you can do exactly as you please, and sleep whenever you please." Miss Georgie turned to her telegraph instrument, and began talking in little staccato sparks of electricity to the agent at Shoshone, merely as a hint to Saunders to take himself away.
"Ain't been anything for me ?" he asked, still lingering.
Miss Georgie shook her head.