Lite and I will fix the horse; we'll put spots on him like a horse Uncle Carl used to own." "Maybe you can't get Lite," Burns pointed out, eyeing her over a match blaze.

"He never acted to me like he had the movie-fever at all.
Passes us up with a nod, and has never showed signs of life on the subject.

Lee can ride pretty well," he added artfully, "even if he wasn't born in the saddle.

And we can fake that rope work." "All right; you can send the machine in with a wire to your company for a leading woman." Jean picked up her gloves and turned to pull the door shut behind her, and by other signs and tokens made plain her intention to leave.
"Oh, well, you can see if he'll come.

I said I'd try him out, but--" "He'll come.