"How should I know ?" he retorted.
"Anyone can see that my ignorance is absolute.

I expect you to laugh at me, Mr.Holloway." "Call me Park," said he of the tawny hair, and leaned against the fence looking extremely boyish and utterly incapable of walking calmly down upon a barking revolver and shooting as he went.

"You're bound to learn all about saddles and what they're made for," he went on.

"So long as yuh don't get swell-headed the first time yuh stick on a horse that side-steps a little, or back down from a few hard knocks, you'll be all right." Thurston had not intended getting out and actually living the life he had come to observe, but something got in his nerves and his blood and bred an impulse to which he yielded without reserve.

"Park, see here," he said eagerly.