"I wanted to hear old Plunket stid of all that stuff about nothin'.

That was a lunkin' good-lookin' woman though," he added, with a coarse suggestion in his voice, which exasperated Johnny to the pitch of giving him a kick on the heel as he walked in front.

"Hyare, young feller, look where you're puttin' your hoofs!" Bill growled, looking about.
John was comforted by seeing in the face of his brother the same rapt expression which he felt was on his own.

He walked along almost mechanically, scarcely feeling the sidewalk, his thoughts still dwelling on the lady and the play.

It was after ten o'clock, and the stores were all shut, the frost lay thick and white on the plank walk, and the moon was shining as only a moon can shine through the rarefied air on the Western prairies, and overhead the stars in innumerable hosts swam in the absolutely cloudless sky.
John stumbled along, keeping hold of Lime's hand till they reached the team standing at the sidewalk, shivering with cold.