He licked me with a rawhide last week." "He did, eh? For why?" "'Cause he was drunk-that's why!" "Then I reckon you come with me. Such as him ain't fit to raise young 'uns." Young Sank was enjoying himself. This was indeed revenge-to hear some one tell the trader what he was, and without the fear of a beating. "I'll go with you," said Sank. "Wait till I git my blanket." "Don't you touch nothin' in that wagon!" stormed the trader. "Git your blanket,...