Then the Cayuse was borne backwards until the vicinity of the hotel verandah left no room for kicking, and another man hastily flung a rope round the bundles he piled upon its back.

He was also tolerably capable, and in another minute the struggle was over.

The Cayuse's attitude expressed indignant astonishment, while Alton stood up breathless, with his knuckles bleeding.
"I'll trouble you for that dollar, and I'll keep him now," he said.
"Can you wait until I come down next week, Carter ?" "Oh, yes," said the rancher.

"Your promise is good enough for a year or two." The speaker was a sinewy bushman in curiously patched overalls with a bronzed and honest face, and he turned aside with a little gesture of dislike, when a man of a very different stamp pushed by him.

The latter wore a black felt hat and a great fur-lined coat, while his face was pale and fleshy and his eyes were cunning.