Uncle thought that was fine. You
see work and I never had hitched very well together. But I thought
that would be some fun. So I started in mowing the yard the next
morning," finished Chunky thoughtfully.
"Well, what happened?"
"Would you believe it, be---before I'd been at work half an hour,
the town constable came up and arrested me for exceeding the speed
limit. Now---now wasn't that hard luck?"
The Rangers gazed at each other hopelessly. No one laughed, though
Walter Perkins was heard to chuckle under his breath.
"If it might be proper, I reckon I'd like to ask what being arrested
for exceeding the speed limit has got to do with catching bugs in a
'possum bag?" demanded Dippy Orell.
"Why---why---the---the constable came up in a buggy, don't you see?
Ha, ha. Don't laugh. It might hurt your countenance. I'm used to
laughing at my own jokes and---"
"Hee---haw, hee---haw!" wheezed Polly in imitation of a donkey. "What'd
we better do with him, fellows?"
"I reckon I'd better tell him the news I was going to," answered Morgan.
"I reckon that'll take the starch out of him right smart," nodded Polly.
"Dunk Tucker has got away, Bugs."
"Em" Chunky was interested at once.
"Don't make me say it so many times. It hurts me. I said that Dunk
Tucker has got away. He 'busted' out of the calaboose over at El
Paso some time yesterday morning and he's on the warpath.
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