Yu ought to fall in di' river some day--then he might talk business," called Hopalong over his shoulder as he heaved an old boot into the gallery.

"Hey, yu hibernatin' son of morphine, if yu don't git them flapjacks in here pretty sudden-like I'll scatter yu all over di' landscape, sabe?
Yu just wait till Johnny comes!" "Wonder where th' kid is ?" asked Lanky, rolling a cigarette.

"Off somewhere lookin' at di' sun through di' bottom of my bottle," grumbled Billy.
Hopalong started to go out, but halted on the sill and looked steadily off toward the northwest.

"That's funny.

Hey, fellows, here comes Buck an' Johnny ridin' double--on a walk, too!" he exclaimed.