Now, I knowed a boy, onc't--" But Whitey fled.

He could not afford to wait for Bill's story, which probably would take all the morning.

He found his father, overcame that gentleman's objections to the pioneer hunting trip, and Injun and Whitey had a busy time gathering the food, weapons, and clothing for their journey to the mountains, where the simple life was to be led.
It was shortly after noon when they rode away, the men on the ranch watching, and perhaps each feeling in his heart a little twinge, as though he'd like to be a kid again, and up to some such boyish prank.
Whitey was on Monty, Injun on his pinto, leading a pack-horse laden with their few belongings.

From the corral the intelligent eyes of the iron-gray colt regarded them with interest; the colt that was to be trained for racing, and that Whitey hoped to ride in rodeos.
This country was so full of game that all one had to do was to go a mile from any town, in any direction, to find it.

Prairie chickens were most prolific; the principal game.