"Really, I don't know." "I'd like to know what you figure we're up here for," said Phil, sharply.

"You not only waste two or three hours visiting with these people, but you take my time trailing you up; and then you turn loose a steer after you get him.

It looks like you'd lost your head mighty bad, after all." "I'm afraid you're right, Phil," Patches answered quietly.
Helen looked at her husband indignantly but Stanford was grinning with delight.
"To think," he murmured, "of Larry Knight taking a dressing-down like that from a mere cowboy foreman!" But Patches was by no means so meek in spirit as he appeared in his outward manner.

He had been driven almost to the verge of desperation by the trying situation, and was fighting for self-control.

To take his foreman's rebuke in the presence of his friends was not easy.
"I reckon I'd better send you to the home ranch to-night, instead of Bob," continued Phil, as the two men mounted their horses and sat for a moment facing each other.