I'll tell the world right now that this kid belongs to me, and where I go he goes.

You got that ?" "You don't have to beller at the top of your voice, do yuh ?" snapped Cash, prying the cork out of the ink bottle with his jackknife.

"Here's another pen point.

Tie it onto a stick or something and git to work before you git to putting it off." Leaning over the table facing each other, they wrote steadily for a few minutes.

Then Bud began to flag, and finally he stopped and crumpled the sheet of tablet paper into a ball.