Bob-Cat

What's the use o 'sayin' that you ain't forcin 'my hand? Givin' advice, Bob-Cat, ain't any go-as-you-please proposition; it's got to be thought out.

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

You ain't playin 'a square deal, Bob-Cat, in supportin' the lad to go on askin 'to do what ain't good for him.

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

As the lad had come to the ranch especially for the purpose of buying a couple of ponies, he was anxious to transact the business as quickly as possible, and together with Bob-Cat and Rifle-Eye he scanned the horses in the enclosure, endeavoring to display, as he did so, what little knowledge of horseflesh he possessed.

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

"Bob-Cat was telling me," said Wilbur, as with the Ranger he rode through the arid and silvered grayness of the Mohave desert and reached the foothill country, "that before you entered the Service you were pretty well known as a hunter."

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

"But he ain't," broke in Bob-Cat, who could not bear to hear a friend's pony harshly criticised, "that's one of Bluey's string, an 'he allers had good horses."

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

The boy dismounted, and, half in pique at the dubious character given him by Bob-Cat and half in thanks for the meeting at the station and the ride, he turned to the cowboy, and said:

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

You're all right in your own way, Bob-Cat, but you're shy on roots, and your idees gets a windfall every time an extra puff comes along.

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

Right after the meal Wilbur went down to the corral, saddled one of his two new horses, put a leading bridle on the other, and, after bidding Bob-Cat and the boys "Good-by," started for the point where he was to meet the Ranger.

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

"Got him, all right, Bob-Cat, did you?" he said in a measured drawl, then, turning to the boy, added: "Glad to see you, son."

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918

"You know he couldn't ride the sorrel, Bob-Cat," said Rifle-Eye reproachfully.

The Boy With the U. S. Foresters Francis Rolt-Wheeler 1918