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Ourse that _might_ have happened," admitted the western lad, but from
the tone of his voice, as he made a hasty toilet, his
cousins could tell he was far from being convinced. "You don't reckon
it could be Buck Tooth,
do you?" asked Dick, following
his cousin's example in attiring
himself for the day's work. "What?
That Zuni Indian? I should say not! His idea of a joke would make your
hair stand
on end--or it would in
his wild and younger days. Now all he cares about, after he gets
through riding herd, is to sit in the sun and smoke his Mexican
cigarettes. Buck Tooth doesn't joke." "Well, maybe it was
Yellin' Kid," suggested Nort. But when, a little later, they assembled
in the meal tent, to partake of breakfast, and Bud produced the
scrawled board, Yellin' Kid was the first to shake
his head at the implied question. "I
like fun!" he remarked in his loud, good-natured

voice, "but I don't play such jokes as this. My idea of fun would be to
help dig up another one of them
queer, slidin'-trombone insects with the three horns that the professor
fellers discovered. But this--why, Bud, this may be serious business!"
"That black rabbit--I told you!" croaked Old Billee. "Do you really
think it means
anything?" asked the boy rancher, while his young partners in the new
venture leaned eagerly forward to listen