The other watched him critically.
"Know somethin' about hosses, eh ?" "A little." "When I seen you, I put you down for a tenderfoot.

Don't mind, do you?
The way you talked put me out." "For that matter, I suppose I am a tenderfoot." "Speakin' of tenderfoots, I heard of one over to Eldara the other night that raised considerable hell.

You ain't him, are you ?" He lifted the lantern again and fixed his keen eyes on Bard.
"However," he went on, lowering the lantern with an apologetic laugh, "I'm standin' here askin' questions and chatterin' like a woman, and what you're thinkin' of is bed, eh?
Come on with me." Upstairs in the house he found Bard a corner room with a pile of straw in the corner by way of a mattress.

There he spread out some blankets, wished his guest a good sleep, and departed.
Left to himself, Anthony stretched out flat on his back.

It had been a wild, hard day, but he felt not the slightest touch of weariness; all he wished was to relax his muscles for a few moments.