"Suthin of a pup, ain't he ?" Surely that meant something that was not bad! He crept back to the couch again.
Lying there, still awake, he reflected that he wouldn't be a scout when he grew up, but would be something like Mr.Peyton, and have a train like this, and invite the Silsbees and Susy to accompany him.

For this purpose, he and Susy, early to-morrow morning, would get permission to come in here and play at that game.

This would familiarize him with the details, so that he would be able at any time to take charge of it.

He was already an authority on the subject of Indians! He had once been fired at--as an Indian.

He would always carry a rifle like that hanging from the hooks at the end of the wagon before him, and would eventually slay many Indians and keep an account of them in a big book like that on the desk.