"
Big sister's dark eyebrows arched in shocked inquiry, "_Me_ and Conny?"
"That is, Conny and I," amended Jimmy, with good-natured tolerance of
his sister's whims.
"You see, Kitty," put in Conny, "this hero coyote traps pin' ain't just
fun. It's business. Dad's promised us three dollars for every scalp, an'
we're aimin' to make a stake. We didn't git a blamed thing, to-day,
though."
Sister's painful and despairing expression was blissfully ignored as
Jimmy stealthily flicked the long romal at the end of his bridle reins
against Midnight's flank.
"Gee!" observed the tickled youngster, as Kitty gave all her attention
to restraining the fretting and indignant horse, "ol' Midnight is sure
some festive, ain't he?"
"I'll race you both to the big gate," challenged Kitty.
"For how much?" demanded Jimmy quickly.
"You got to give us fifty yards start," declared Conny, leaning forward
in his saddle and shortening his reins.
"If I win, you boys go straight to bed to-night, when it's time, without
fussing," said Kitty, "and I'll give you to that oak bush yonder."
"Good enough! You're on!" they shouted in chorus, and loped away.
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