Boys’ Life/Volume 9/Number 9/Good Night, Knight

Good Night, Knight

By W. C. Tuttle
Illustrated by Clyde Forsythe

"AW-W-W-, shucks!" Reddy Brant backed defiantly into the corral fence and glared at big Jim Burns, owner of the X. L. ranch, and Piegan Waugh,the tall, bronzed sheriff of Lehmi. Waugh rubbed his chin and grinned at the freckled boy.
"Y' betcha, you've got to do it Reddy," he stated, and Jim Burns nodded and looked grave.
"Betcha he has, Piegan."
"Aw-w-w!" Reddy dug his heel savagely into the dirt and glared at them with his blue eyes. "School? What for?"
"Learn something," replied Waugh. "Want to be ignorant like us?"
"Stick inside from nine o'clock in the morning 'till four in the afternoon?" shrilled Reddy, "I'd rather be able to do sign talk with a flathead or swing a loop like poor old Baldy Hammond could than to read the biggest hook in the world. Anyway I hired to punch cows—not books."
"Dog-gondest little argufier I ever seen," declared Burns, helplessly. "Reckon we better spank him, Piegan!"
"Spank me?" gasped Reddy, "Me?" His right hand clenched into a knotty fist, and Burns and Waugh looked surprised and startled at his hostile attitude. "Start spanking!" he gritted. "Not while I can fight."
"Cut that out!

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