The fellow you used to know in Cleveland is not really I, you see.

Fact is, I think that fellow is quite dead--peace be to his ashes! The world is wide and there is always work for a man to do." The appearance of Phil Acton on the ridge, at the spot where the steer, followed by Patches, had first appeared, put an end to their further conversation with Lawrence Knight.
"My boss!" said that gentleman, in his character of Patches the cowboy, as the Cross-Triangle foreman halted his horse on the brow of the hill, and sat looking down upon the camp.
"Be careful, please, and don't let him suspect that you ever saw me before.

I'll sure catch it now for loafing so long." "I know him," said Stanford.

Then he called to the man above, "Come on down, Acton, and be sociable." Phil rode into camp, shook hands with Stanford cordially, and was presented to Mrs.Manning, to whom he spoke with a touch of embarrassment.

Then he said, with a significant look at Patches, "I'm glad to meet you people, Mr.Manning, but we really haven't much time for sociability just now.