If you have got to be stayed with to keep you from worrying,they ain't nothing more to be said.
Just so.That there old settler,I have crossed a few words with him,and I believe he would do noble to travel with.He's as gruff and growly as a grizzly bear if you say a word to him,and if he'll just turn all that temper he's vented on me on to any strangers we may run up against on the trail,he'll do invaluable.
I'll go catch up the pony,said Lahoma briefly,for I see the thing is to be did.This will be the first visit I ever made in my life when I wasn't drug by the Injuns.
You mustn't say 'drug,'honey,unless specifying medicines and herbs.I ain't saying you didn't get it from me,and knowing you do get from me all I got,is what makes me hone for them books.You must say 'dragged.'The Injuns DRAGGED you from one village to another.He paused meditatively,muttering the word to himself,while Lahoma ran away to catch the pony.When she came back,leading it by the mane,he said,I've been a-weighing that word,Lahoma,and it don't seem to me that 'dragged'sounds proper.It don't seem no sort of word to use in a parlor.What do you think?DRAGGED!How does that strike you?
I don't like the sound of it,neither,said Lahoma,shaking her head.I think DRUG is softer.It kinder melts in the ear,and DRAGGED sticks.
Well,don't use neither one till I can find out.Presently he was swinging along across the plain toward the southwestern range while the girl kept close beside him on the pony.Their talk was incessant,voicing the soul of good comradeship,and but for the difference between heavy bass and fluty soprano,a listener might have supposed himself overhearing a conversation between two Brick Willocks.