You're greener right now than a blue-joint meadow in June, but yuh got the right stuff in yuh, and it's a go with me.

You come along with us after that trail-herd, and you'll get knocked into shape fast enough.

Smoke ?" Thurston shook his head.

"Not those." "I dunno I'm afraid yuh can't be the real thing unless yuh fan your lungs with cigarette smoke regular." The twinkle belied him, though.
"Say, where did you pick them bloomers ?" "They were made in New York." Thurston smiled in sickly fashion.

He had all along been uncomfortably aware of the sharp contrast between his own modish attire and the somewhat disreputable leathern chaps of his host's foreman.
"Well," commented Park, "you told me to find fault like the mischief, and I'm going to call your bluff.