He's a pretty keen boy an' his father has big ranchin' interests.

I've saved a little money an' I'm no spring chicken any more.

Wils has begun to buy an' sell stock, so I reckon I'll go in with him." "Ahuh!" Belllounds gave a grunt of comprehension.

He frowned, and his big eyes set seriously upon the blazing fire.

He grasped complications in this information.
"Wal, it's a free country," he said at length, and evidently his personal anxieties were subjected to his sense of justice.