But he was game, and though he must have known who his tormentors were, he never reported them to Mr.Sherwood or to Bill Jordan.
And so, with one thing and another, the winter finally merged into spring, the soft rains melting away the snow, and giving the brown earth its chance to turn to tender green.

And the swollen river was dotted with cakes of ice, among which the wild ducks dropped on their way South where, it was to be hoped, Slim had recovered from his miseries.

And, as everybody knows, spring is a time that stirs boys and young men to unrest.
Perhaps you have noticed that when a fellow is just swelling up with a desire to do something big in the world, some trifling little thing comes along and knocks his ambition to splinters.

When he is burning to kill a bear, he has to go on an errand for his mother--or something like that.

Well, here was Whitey, with this spring feeling inciting him to great deeds, instead of making him lazy, as it does some people, and he went to the bunk house, followed by Sitting Bull.