But I'm starting this game in my own way." "Have you sold any stock ?" "Not yet.

But the Andrews boys are driving some thirty-odd head to Kremmling for me to be sold." "Ahuh! Well, I'll be goin'," Wade replied, and it was significant of his state of mind that he left his young friend sorely puzzled.

Not that Wade did not see Moore's anxiety! But the drift of events at White Slides had passed beyond the stage where sympathetic and inspiring hope might serve Wade's purpose.

Besides, his mood was gradually changing as these events, like many fibers of a web, gradually closed in toward a culminating knot.
That night Wade lounged with the cowboys and new hands in front of the little storehouse where Belllounds kept supplies for all.

He had lounged there before in the expectation of seeing the rancher's son.