of th' cayuse, above which I 'm goin' to put th' tail—"
"Not if I'm man enough, you ain't!" interposed Carter, with no regard for politeness.
"—where I 'm goin' to put th' tail," repeated Jimmy. "Florida is one front laig raised off th' ground—"
"Trick cayuse, by Scott!" grunted George Bruce. "No wonder it looks like a map."
"Th' Great Lakes is th' saddle, an' Maine is where th' mane goes—Ouch!"
"Mangy pun," grinned Bill.
"Kentucky ought to be under th' saddle," laughed Dad, smacking his lips. "Pass th' bottle, John."
"You take too much an' we'll all be Ill-o'-noise," said Charley Logan alertly.
"Them Injuns can't come too soon to suit me," growled Fred Thomas. "Who started this, anyhow?"
The sleepy man arose on one elbow, his eyes glinting. "After th' fight, you ask me th' same thing! Th' answer will be ME!" he snapped. "
