Didn' feel no shock, 'cept when dat feller kicked me.

Ah felt dat all right an' Ah feels it yit." "I reckon that will be about all.

You see, Emma, this was not a case of mind over matter, but of a heavy boot against Washington Washington's anatomy," chuckled Hippy.
The Overland Riders laughed louder than their situation warranted, and Emma Dean, very red in the face, flounced off to her tent without another word.
"I think that was real mean of you, Hippy," chided Grace, laughing in spite of her effort to be stern.
Soon after that the camp settled down to quietness, with Hippy Wingate and Elfreda Briggs on guard, Grace having consented to lie down and sleep for the rest of the night--provided.
They were undisturbed, except when, shortly before daylight, something again aroused the ponies, but the disturbance quickly subsided, and the watchers believed that some animal had startled them.
At daylight the camp was astir--that is, with the exception of Hippy Wingate who insisted on a brief beauty nap after his two-hour vigil.

He came out just as Washington, after building the cook-fire, was starting out to water the horses.
"Good morning, Lieutenant," greeted Emma Dean sweetly.

"What's the quotation this morning ?" "On what ?" demanded Hippy, halting and eyeing her suspiciously.
"On heads, of course." "Is there any reason why, because I'm a marked man--because there is a price on my head, you should make fun of me?
Having a price on one's head is not a joking matter.