Was it that being half man, half beast, he had some animal instinct concerning this young rough-rider before him?
Did he in some vague, prescient way associate this gaudy newcomer with his girl-wife?
He could not himself have said.
Primitive passions are corporate of many feelings but of little sight.
As Orlando Guise slid from his horse, Joel Mazarine steadied himself and said: "Come about the cattle?
Ready to buy and pay cash down ?" Orlando Guise giggled.
"What are you sniggering at ?" snorted the old man.
"I thought it was understood that if I liked the bunch I was to pay cash," Orlando replied.

"I've got a good report of the beasts, but I want to look them over.

My head cattleman told you what I'd do.

That's why I smiled.

Funny, too: you don't look like a man who'd talk more than was wanted." He giggled again.
"Fool--I'll make you laugh on the other side of your mouth!" the Master of Tralee said to himself; and then he motioned to where a bunch of a hundred or so cattle were grazing in a little dip of the country between them and Askatoon.