"I told
Viney I thought he'd make a fine stew, and, they'd better use him
up right away before he spoiled. That's all there was to it.
Well, Keno did sink his head and pitch around camp a little, but
not to amount to anything. He just stuck his nose into old
Hagar's wikiup--and one sniff seemed to be about all he wanted.
He didn't hurt anything."
He took a meditative bite of cake, finished the buttermilk in
three rapturous swallows, and bethought him of the feminine
mystery.
"If you please, Mother Hart, who was that Christmas angel I
squashed?"
"Vad? Was Vad in on it, mum? I never saw her." Wally
straightened up with a fresh chunk of cake in his hand. "Was she
scared?"
"Yes," his mother admitted reluctantly, "I guess she was, all
right. First the squaws--and, poor girl, I made her shake hands
all round--and then Grant here, acting like a wild hyena--"
"Say, PLEASE don't tell me who she is, or where she belongs, or
anything like that," Grant interposed, with some sarcasm.
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