I'll give ye "-- more battling--"a hundred and fifty dollars for him, if ye care to sell--" "Here, wait a minute before you sell to that old skinflint!" Bud shouted exuberantly, dismounting with a rush.

The rush, I may say, carried him to the little old lady in the slat sunbonnet, and to that other little lady who was staring at him with wide, bright yes.

Bud's arms went around his mother.

Perhaps by accident he gathered in Marian also--they were standing very close, and his arms were very long--and he was slow to discover his mistake.
"I'll give you two hundred for Boise, and I'll throw in one brother, and one long-legged, good-for-nothing cowpuncher--" "Meaning yourself, Buddy ?" came teasingly from he slat sunbonnet, whose occupant had not been told just everything.

"I'll be surprised if she'll have you, with that dirty face and no shave for a week and more.