The mustang came trotting, evidently none the worse for his injuries, and eager to resume the old climbs with his mistress.

Lem saddled him, paying particular attention to the cinch.
"Reckon we'd better not cinch him tight," said Lem.

"You jest be careful an' remember your saddle's loose." "All right, Lem," replied Columbine, as she mounted.

"Where are the boys this morning ?" "Blud an' Jim air repairin' fence up the crick." "And where's Ben ?" "Ben?
Oh, you mean Wade.

Wal, I 'ain't seen him since yestidday.