"Time to get up, Curly. The nigger just gave the first call for
the chuck-wagon."
An understanding of the situation flamed over the boy's face. He
snatched the curtains from the Arizonian and gathered them
tightly together. "I'll thank you not to be so familiar," he said
shortly from behind the closed curtains.
"I beg your pahdon, your royal highness. I should have had myself
announced and craved an audience, I reckon," was Bucky's ironic
retort; and swiftly on the heels of it he added. "You make me
tired, kid."
O'Connor was destined to be "made tired" a good many times in the
course of the next few days. In all the little personal
intimacies Frank possessed a delicate fastidiousness outside the
experience of the ranger. He was a scrupulously clean man
himself, and rather nice as to his personal habits, but it did
not throw him into a flame of embarrassment to brush his teeth
before his fellow passengers. Nor did it send him into a fit if a
friend happened to drop into his room while he was finishing his
dressing. Bucky agreed with himself that this excess of shyness
was foolishness, and that to indulge the boy was merely to lay up
future trouble for him.
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