The Case of the Measled Cowboy. John R. Erickson

so that was it. The little skunk was al­ready playing games with his baby-sitter, and the dust from his parents’ car had barely had time to settle. It appeared that old Slim might have bitten off more than he could bite.

      Bitten off more than he could bark.

      Bitten off more than . . . phooey.

      All at once it appeared that old Slim might have his hands cut out for him, and I had a feeling that he wouldn’t get much work done.

      Yes sir, if Slim had known what adventures lay ahead, I don’t think he ever would have let Loper and Sally May leave the ranch. I don’t want to reveal too much about this case, but you’ll never guess . . .

      Better not say any more.