Nor could he be induced to proceed with the description he had begun.
But Hi, paying no attention to Bill's oration, took up the subject with enthusiasm.
"She kin ride--she's a reg'lar buster to ride, ain't she, Bill ?" Bill nodded.

"She kin bunch cattle an' cut out an' yank a steer up to any cowboy on the range." "Why, how big is she ?" "Big?
Why, she's just a kid! 'Tain't the bigness of her, it's the nerve.
She's got the coldest kind of nerve you ever seen.

Hain't she, Bill ?" And again Bill nodded.
"'Member the day she dropped that steer, Bill ?" went on Hi.
"What was that ?" I asked, eager for a yarn.
"Oh, nuthin'," said Bill.
"Nuthin'!" retorted Hi.

"Pretty big nuthin'!" "What was it ?" I urged.
"Oh, Bill here did some funny work at old Meredith's round-up, but he don't speak of it.

He's shy, you see," and Hi grinned.
"Well, there ain't no occasion for your proceedin' onto that tact," said Bill disgustedly, and Hi loyally refrained, so I have never yet got the rights of the story.