Here they were thoroughly at home and the spirit of comradeship manifested itself in many subtle ways; the wit became more daring and sharp, Billy lost some of his pessimism, and the alertness disappeared from their manner.
Skinny left off romping with Red and yawned.

"I wish that cook'ud wake up an' git breakfast.

He's the cussedest hombre I ever saw--he kin go to sleep standin' up an' not know it.

Johnny's th' boy that worries him--th' kid comes in an' whoops things up till he's gorged himself." "Johnny's got th' most appallin' feel for grub of anybody I knows," added Red.

"I wonder what's keepin' him--he's usually hangin' around here bawlin' for his grub like a spoiled calf, long afore cookie's got th' fire goin'." "Mebby he rustled some grub out with him--I saw him tip-toein' out of th' gallery this mornin' when I come back for my cigs," remarked Hopalong, glancing at Billy.
Billy groaned and made for the gallery.