"Moore, lend me your spurs.

I want to try him out." "I don't lend my spurs--or my horse, either," replied the cowboy, quietly, with a stride that put him within reach of Spottie.
The other cowboys had dropped their trappings and stood at attention, with intent gaze and mute lips.
"Is he your horse ?" demanded Jack, with a quick flush.
"I reckon so," replied Moore, slowly.

"No one but me ever rode him." "Does my father own him or do you own him ?" "Well, if that's the way you figure--he belongs to White Slides," returned the cowboy.

"I never bought him.

I only raised him from a colt, broke him, and rode him." "I thought so.