"I trained him to be just that way."

"Wal, leave Tom to home up in the woods-when you visit us."

Dale finished his hearty meal, and listened awhile longer to
the old woman's talk; then, taking his rifle and the other
turkey, he bade her good-by. She followed him out.

"Now, Milt, you'll come soon again, won't you -- jest to see
Al's niece -- who'll be here in a week?"

"I reckon I'll drop in some day. . . . Auntie, have you seen
my friends, the Mormon boys?"

"No, I 'ain't seen them an' don't want to," she retorted.
"Milt Dale, if any one ever corrals you it'll be Mormons."

"Don't worry, Auntie. I like those boys. They often see me
up in the woods an' ask me to help them track a hoss or help
kill some fresh meat."

"They're workin' for Beasley now."

"Is that so?" rejoined Dale, with a sudden start. "An' what
doin'?"

"Beasley is gettin' so rich he's buildin' a fence, an'
didn't have enough help, so I hear."

"Beasley gettin' rich!" repeated Dale, thoughtfully. "More