"Yu wins," he remarked to the newcomer. "An' now yu get scarce or
Billy will shore straddle yore nerves. He said as how he was goin' to
get square on yu to-night."
"I didn't, neither, Hoppy!" earnestly contradicted Billy, who bad
visions of a night spent in torment as a reprisal for such a threat.
"Honest I didn't, did I, Johnny?" He asked appealingly.
"Yu shore did," lied Johnny, winking at Red, who had just ridden up.
"I don't know what yore talkin' about, but yu shore did," replied
Red.
"If yu did," grinned Hopalong, "I'll shore make yu hard to find.
Come on, fellows," he said; "grub's ready. Where's Frenchy?"
"Over chewin' th' rag with Waffles about his hat-he's lost it
again," answered Red. "He needs a guardian fer that bonnet. Th' Kid
an' Salvation has jammed it in th' corral fence an' Waffles has to
stand fer it."
"Let's put it in th' grub wagon an see him cuss cookie," suggested
Hopalong.
"Shore," indorsed Johnny; Cookie'll feed him bum grub for a week to
get square.
Hopalong and Johnny ambled over to the corral and after some trouble
located the missing sombrero, which they carried to the grub wagon and
hid in the flour barrel. Then they went over by the excited owner and
dropped a few remarks about how strange the cook was acting and how he
was watching Frenchy.
Frenchy jumped at the bait and tore over to the wagon, where he and
the cook spent some time in mutual recrimination.
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