"
"Or any other class that is less familiar with him," re-
torted Bridge; "but the burning question just now is
pots, not poetry--flesh pots. I'm hungry. I could eat a
cow."
The girl pointed to an adjacent field. "Help yourself,"
she said.
"That happens to be a bull," said Bridge. "I was
particular to mention cow, which, in this instance, is
proverbially less dangerous than the male, and much
better eating.
"'We kept a-rambling all the time. I rustled grub, he
rustled rhyme--
"'Blind baggage, hoof it, ride or climb--we always
put it through.' Who's going to rustle the grub?"
The girl looked at The Oskaloosa Kid. "You don't
seem like a tramp at all, to talk to," she said; "but I
suppose you are used to asking for food. I couldn't do it
--I should die if I had to."
The Oskaloosa Kid looked uncomfortable. "So should
--" he commenced, and then suddenly subsided. "Of
course I'd just as soon," he said. "You two stay here--I'll
be back in a minute."
They watched him as he walked down to the road
and until he disappeared over the crest of the hill a
short distance from the Squibbs' house.
"I like him," said the girl, turning toward Bridge.
"So do I," replied the man.
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