He just came, and Manuel with him leading the horse Jose means to use; a big, black brute with a chest on him like a lion.
His crowd stood on their hind legs and yelled themselves purple when they saw him come riding up." "Well, that's what they've come for--to yell over Jose." Jack held three new neckties to the light, trying to choose the one he would wear.
"Say--" Dade hesitated, looking doubtfully at the other.
"Well?
Say it." Jack chose a deep crimson and flung the loop over his head as if he were arraying himself for a ball.
"It may be some advantage to know ...

I've watched Jose lasso cattle; he always uses--" "Step right there!" Jack swung to face him.

"I don't want to know how Jose works with his riata.

He don't know any of my little kinks, don't you see?
I never," he added, after a little silence, "started out with the deliberate intention of killing a man, before.

I can't take any advantage, Dade; you know that, just as well as I do." He tried to smile, to soften the rebuff--and he failed.
Dade went up and laid a contrite hand upon his shoulder.