And Bill will sell him for me!" "Well," said Bill, slowly, "now come to think, it'll be purty hard to sell that there pinto." Gwen began to exclaim indignantly, and Bill hurried on to say, "Not but what he ain't a good leetle horse for his weight, good leetle horse, but for cattle--" "Why, Bill, there isn't a better cattle horse anywhere!" "Yes, that's so," assented Bill.

"That's so, if you've got the rider, but put one of them rangers on to him and it wouldn't be no fair show." Bill was growing more convinced every moment that the pinto wouldn't sell to any advantage.

"Ye see," he explained carefully and cunningly, "he ain't a horse you could yank round and slam into a bunch of steers regardless." Gwen shuddered.

"Oh, I wouldn't think of selling him to any of those cowboys." Bill crossed his legs and hitched round uncomfortably on his bench.

"I mean one of those rough fellows that don't know how to treat a horse." Bill nodded, looking relieved.