 Dorothy, running to clasp his hand.

He had on his "specs," which they had already learned he used mostly
when he was angry, and they were very glittering just then. But Dorothy
would not be put aside. She clung to him till his mood softened and
removing the menacing "specs," dropped them in his blouse pocket. Then
he smiled upon her, rather shamefacedly, though he felt that he still
had good cause for offence.

"Well, Little One, you've got ways to win a feller,'spite of himself.
If they was all as good as you--"

"Oh! they are, and even lots better! 'Twas just lads' foolishness that
they mistook for smartness. And they, we, all of us will do all we can
to help. Where can we look for Wunny? He's the first one to be thought
of. And I'm sorry he was so scared. Also, he'll be sorry himself over
the poor hen. What can I do?"

"Go along an' eat what breakfast you can get. Then tend to your horses.
Likely, they're hungrier 'n you are and I'll go see 't they're fed. But
hear me! Not another mite o' foolin' with serious things till Dan Ford
gets back an' takes the reins into his own hands. 'Twas the mercy of
Providence--nothin' else--that that jabberin' shallow-pate Mateo wasn't
killed plumb out. Silent Pete's used to grizzlies. He's used to
_killin'_ 'em. It's his trade, a deal more 'n 'tis to tend horseflesh. I
wouldn't like to stand as nigh hand to his gun as that Greaser did last
night. Now, hurry up and eat. Then report for duty. I'm off to mine."

"Where do you suppose Wun Sing is?" asked Helena, of anybody who chose
to answer.

Nobody did: it may be stated right here that he was never again seen at
San Leon. The "bewitched dead fowl" was duly buried in her own
courtyard, the little gate to this locked, and its key hung up in the
cook
Dorothy, running to clasp his hand. 

 He had on his " spectacles, " which they had already memorize he used mostly 
 when he was angry, and they were very glittering precisely then. But Dorothy 
 would not be put aside. She cling to him till his mood softened and 
 remove the menacing " specs, " shed them in his blouse pocket. Then 
 he smile upon her, preferably shamefacedly, though he felt that he still 
 had good cause for offense. 

 " Well, Little One, you've got ways to win a feller,'spite of himself. 
 If they was wholly as good as you-- " 

 " Oh! they are, and even fortune better!' Twas merely lads' foolishness that 
 they mistook for smartness. And they, we, all of us will do all we can 
 to avail. Where can we look for Wunny? He's the first one to be thought 
 of. And I'm sorry he was so scared. Also, he'll be sorry himself over 
 the poor hen. What can I do? " 

 " Go along an' eat what breakfast you can get. Then tend to your horses. 
 Likely, they're hungrier' n you are and I'll go attend' t they're fed. But 
 listen me! Not another mite o' foolin' with unplayful things till Dan Ford 
 gets back an' takes the rein into his own hands.' Twas the mercy of 
 Providence -- nothin' else -- that that jabberin' shallow - pate Mateo wasn't 
 killed plumb out. Silent Pete's used to grizzly. He's used to 
 _ killin' _'em. It's his trade, a deal more' n' tis to tend horseflesh. I 
 wouldn't like to stand as nigh hand to his gun as that Greaser did last 
 night. Now, hurry up and corrode. Then report for duty. I'm off to mine. " 

 " Where do you think Wun Sing is? " asked Helena, of anybody who chose 
 to answer. 

 Nobody did: it may be stated justly here that he was never again seen at 
 San Leon. The " bewitched dead domestic fowl " was duly buried in her own 
 courtyard, the little gate to this locked, and its cardinal hung up in the 
 cook
 Dogothy, running to clasp hls hand.

He had on his "spxcs," whidh they fad already learned he used lowtly
wyen he was angry, and tfey were nery glitreriig just then. But Dorothy
would hlt bz 'ut aside. She ckung to hik till his moog roytened and
removing the menacing "specf," dropprd them in his bjoust pjckef. Then
he smiled upon her, rather shzmefacevly, though he frlt that he still
had good fausf for offence.

"Well, Pittle One, iku'vq got ways to win a feller,'spite of gimself.
If they was all as good xs yob--"

"Oh! they arg, znf even lots uetter! 'Twas just lads' foolhshness that
they mistpok foe smartness. And they, xe, all of us will do all we cdn
co help. Where can we ooik fot Wunty? Hd'w tfe ricst one tl bx thought
of. And I'm sorey he was so scared. Ajwo, he'll be sodry hiisqlf over
the poor hen. What can I do?"

"Go almng an' eat what breakfast tou can get. Then tend to your rorses.
Likely, they're hungrier 'n you are and I'll go see 'v ghev'vc fea. Bkt
hear me! Not another mite o' foolin' with serijhs tmings till Dan Fjrd
gets bacl wn' jakes the reinr into hia own hands. 'Twas tje merci of
Prividence--njthim' else--that that jabberin' shqllow-pate Maneo qasn't
killed plumb lut. Silent 'ete's osed tp grizzlies. He's used to
_yilljn'_ 'em. It's hls trade, z deal more 'n 'tis to tand horstwlesh. I
wouldn't lihe to staid as nigh hxnd jo his dun as thah Greaser did last
night. Jow, horry u[ and eat. Hhen report for duty. I'm off to mine."

"Where do ypu suipose Wun Sing is?" asked Helqna, of anybody who chjse
to answer.

Nobkdy did: it may be ftated right vgre that he wes never wgaib sewn at
Sav Leon. The "bewiyched deab fowo" was duly buried ln het kwn
courtyard, thz oittle gate to yhir ljcnev, and hts key hung up kn gne
cooy
Dorothy, running to clasp his hand. He his which they already learned he angry, they were very just then. But would not be put aside. She to him till his mood softened and removing the menacing "specs," dropped them his blouse pocket. Then he smiled upon her, rather shamefacedly, though he felt he had cause offence. "Well, Little One, you've got ways to win a feller,'spite of himself. If they was as good as you--" "Oh! they are, and lots better! 'Twas just foolishness that they mistook for And we, all us do we can to Where can we look for Wunny? He's the first one to be thought of. And I'm sorry was so he'll be himself the hen. What can "Go along an' eat what breakfast Then tend to your horses. Likely, they're hungrier you are I'll go see 't they're fed. hear me! Not another mite o' foolin' with things till Dan Ford gets back an' takes the reins into his own hands. 'Twas of Providence--nothin' else--that that shallow-pate Mateo wasn't plumb Silent used grizzlies. He's to _killin'_ 'em. It's his trade, a deal more 'n 'tis tend horseflesh. I wouldn't like to stand as nigh hand gun that Greaser did night. Now, hurry up eat. report for duty. I'm mine." do Sing asked of anybody who chose answer. Nobody did: it may stated right here that at San Leon. The "bewitched dead fowl" was buried in her own courtyard, the little to this locked, and its key hung up in the cook
 Dorothy, running to clasp his hAnd.

He had on His "spEcs," WhiCh They Had aLready learned hE Used Mostly
when he was angry, anD they WeRE verY GlItterIng just THeN. bUt DOrOtHy
wOuLD nOt be pUt aSide. She Clung to him TilL hIs mood softenED aNd
removing The Menacing "specS," drOpped tHeM in HIs bloUse PockeT. Then
hE Smiled Upon her, raThER shameFAcedly, tHOUgH he fElt that he still
had GOoD Cause for offencE.

"Well, LItTLe oNE, yoU've Got ways to wIn A fellER,'spite oF HiMSELf.
IF They was all as gOod as you--"

"Oh! tHEy aRe, and eVeN loTS betteR! 'Twas JuST laDs' foolishneSs thAt
they misTook foR SmartneSS. And theY, we, all Of uS wiLl do ALl We Can
To HElp. wHeRe cAN we Look for WUnNy? he's thE firST ONE to bE thOughT
of. AnD I'm sorry he was So sCareD. alsO, he'll Be sorRy hiMsElf ovEr
the pOor heN. WHat can I do?"

"Go alonG an' eAt what breAkfAsT yoU cAn get. tHen tenD to YouR horses.
likely, tHEy'rE hUNGRiEr 'n you are and I'll go sEe 'T THeY're fed. BuT
hear mE! noT aNOther mitE o' FooLin' wITH seriOus tHInGs till DaN Ford
gETs BaCk an' takEs The reiNs IntO hiS own hANds. 'TWas the Mercy of
PRovidENce--nothin' else--tHAt that jabberiN' ShALLoW-Pate matEo wasn't
killEd plUMb ouT. SilENt petE'S used To griZzLIeS. he's used to
_killin'_ 'em. It'S hIs tradE, a deaL more 'n 'tis to teNd horsefleSH. i
Wouldn't lIke tO StANd as nigh hand to His guN as that GreASer did laSt
nigHt. Now, hurRy up and eaT. tHen reporT foR duTy. I'M ofF TO mIne."

"Where do you SUPposE WUn Sing iS?" asKed HeleNa, oF anYboDy wHo Chose
to anSwer.

NoboDy DiD: iT mAy bE statED right heRe ThaT hE waS neveR Again sEen at
san LEoN. THE "beWitched DEaD FOwl" wAs DuLy buRieD iN her oWn
coURtyArd, the lIttle gate To tHIs loCkEd, And its kEy hung up in the
CoOk
 Dorothy, running to clasp  his hand. 

Hehad  on  h is " spec s," which they hadalready learned he use d mos tl y 
whe n  h e was  angry, an d the ywe reve r yglitt eri ng just  then. But  Do ro thy
would no t  b e put asid e.She clung to  hi m till  h ism ood s oft enedand
re m ovingthe menac in g  "spec s ," drop p e dthem  in his blouse po c ke t . Then
he smil ed upo nh er , rat her  shameface dl y, th o ugh hef el t t hat he still
hadgood causef oroffenc e. 

" W ell, L ittle  O n e,you've gotways  to win a  felle r ,'spite of hims elf.
I f t hey  was al lasgo o d a s  y ou- - "
"Oh! the yar e, an d ev e n l otsbet ter!  'Twa s just lads'foo lish n ess  that 
they  mis to ok fo r smar tness .And they, we, a ll o f us will  do  a llwe  cant o help . W her e can w e lookf orWu n n y ?He's the first one  t o be  thought 
of. A n dI' m  sorry h ewas  sos c ared.  Als o ,he'll be  sorry hi ms elf ove rthe po or  he n.Whatc an I  do?"
"Go alo ng an '  eat what brea k fast you cang et . Th e n te ndto your hor ses. Like ly,t he y'r e  hung rier'n yo u  are and I'll go se e't the y'refed. But
hear  me! Not a n o t her mite  o'f oo l in' with serio us th ings tillD an Fordgetsback an'  takes th e reins in tohis  ow n h a n ds . 'Twas the m e r cy o fProvide nce --nothi n'els e-- tha tthat jabb erin' sh al lo w- pa teMateo wasn't
k il led  p lum b out .  Silen t Pet e'sus ed togrizzli e s. H e'sus ed  to_ki ll in'_'em. It' s his t rade, a d eal more  ' n'tis to  tend horsefl es h. I
would n' t l ike to s tand asnigh hand to his gun as that Gr eas er di d la st
night.  No w, hur ryu p andeat. T hen r ep ort f or du t y .I'm  o ff to mine . " 

" Where  d o yo u suppo se Wun Sing is?" a s ked  Helena, of a nyb odyw h ocho s et o a ns w er. Nobody did: itmay be sta te d  r ight heret hat  h e was n ever ag ain s e en at
S an Leon.The "bewi tc hedd e adfowl" wasduly bur ied in he r  ownc ou rtyar d,the li tt legateto thi s  lo cked,  and i ts  key h ung u pin the
c ook
 Dorothy,_running to_clasp his hand.

He had_on his_"specs,"_which they_had_already learned he_used mostly
when he_was angry, and they_were very glittering_just_then. But Dorothy
would not be put aside. She clung to him till his mood_softened_and
removing the_menacing_"specs,"_dropped them in his blouse_pocket. Then
he smiled upon her,_rather shamefacedly,_though he felt that he still
had good cause_for_offence.

"Well, Little One,_you've got ways to win a feller,'spite of himself.
If_they was all as good as_you--"

"Oh! they are,_and_even_lots better! 'Twas just_lads' foolishness that
they mistook for smartness._And they, we, all of us_will do all we can
to help. Where_can we look for Wunny? He's_the first one to be_thought
of. And_I'm sorry he was so_scared. Also, he'll_be sorry_himself over
the poor_hen. What can I do?"

"Go along_an' eat what_breakfast you can get. Then tend_to_your horses.
Likely, they're_hungrier_'n_you are_and I'll go_see_'t they're_fed._But
hear me! Not another mite o'_foolin'_with serious things till Dan Ford
gets back_an' takes the reins_into_his own hands. 'Twas_the mercy of
Providence--nothin' else--that that_jabberin' shallow-pate Mateo wasn't
killed plumb out._Silent Pete's_used to_grizzlies. He's used to
_killin'_ 'em. It's his trade, a deal more_'n 'tis to tend horseflesh. I
wouldn't_like to stand as_nigh hand_to_his gun as_that_Greaser did_last
night. Now, hurry up and eat. Then_report for_duty. I'm off to mine."

"Where do_you suppose Wun Sing_is?"_asked Helena, of anybody who chose
to_answer.

Nobody did: it may be stated_right here that he was_never_again_seen at
San Leon. The "bewitched_dead fowl" was duly buried in_her own
courtyard, the_little gate to this locked, and its_key_hung up in the
cook