I cured him." "He yarns good," said Tom Platt.

"T'other night he told us abaout a kid of his own size steerin' a cunnin' little rig an' four ponies up an' down Toledo, Ohio, I think 'twas, an' givin' suppers to a crowd o' sim'lar kids.

Cur'us kind o' fairy-tale, but blame interestin'.

He knows scores of 'em." "Guess he strikes 'em outen his own head," Disko called from the cabin, where he was busy with the logbook.

"Stands to reason that sort is all made up.