"Misty mistiness of misty ?" tentatively supplied Waffles.
Red turned around again.

"Better come up an' have somethin'," he sympathetically invited, wiping away an imaginary tear.
"An' he's so young!" sobbed Frenchy.
"An' so fair!" wailed Tex.
"An' so ornery!" howled Lefty, throwing his arms around the discomfited youngster.

Other arms went around him, and out of the sobbing mob could be heard earnest and heart-felt cussing, interspersed with imperative commands, which were gradually obeyed.
The Kid straightened up his wearing apparel.

"Come on, yu locoed--" "Angels ?" Queried Charley Lane, interrupting him.

"Sweet things ?" breathed Hopalong in hopeful expectancy.
"Oh, blast it!" yelled the Kid as he ran out into the street to escape the persecution.
"Good Kid, all right," remarked Waffles.