She often boasted to her father that she could run "Many Waters" as well as he.

Sometimes there were difficulties that Lenore had no little part in smoothing over.

The barns and corrals were familiar places to her, and she insisted upon petting every horse, in some instances to Jake's manifest concern.
"Some of them bosses are bad," he insisted.
"To be sure they are--when wicked cowboys cuff and kick them," replied Lenore, laughingly.
"Wal, if I'm wicked, I'm a-goin' to war," said Jake, reflectively.

"Them Germans bother me." "But, Jake, you don't come in the draft age, do you ?" "Jest how old do you think I am ?" "Sometimes about fourteen, Jake." "Much obliged.

Wal, the fact is I'm over age, but I'll gamble I can pack a gun an' shoot as straight an' eat as much as any young feller." "I'll bet so, too, Jake.