Trouble is I went and hobbled myself.

I promised a lady I'd be mild." "Mamma!" muttered Weary, his sunny eyes taking in the shack-dotted horizon.

"Mild!--and all these jumpers on our hands!" "Oh, well--there's more'n one way to kill a cat," Andy reminded them cheerfully.

"You go on back and post the boys, Pink, not to get too riled." He galloped off and left them to say and think what they pleased.

He was not uneasy over their following his advice or waiting for his plan.