Midnight
It 's business . Dad 's promised us three dollars for every scalp , an ' we 're aimin ' to make a stake . We did n't git a blamed thing , to-day , though . '' Sister 's painful and despairing expression was blissfully ignored as Jimmy stealthily flicked the long romal at the end of his bridle reins against Midnight 's flank . `` Gee ! '' observed the tickled youngster , as Kitty gave all her attention to restraining the fretting and indignant horse , `` ol' Midnight is sure some festive , ai n't he ? '' `` I 'll race you both to the big gate , '' challenged Kitty .