There's a little sorrel in that bunch that I've picked out to gentle for you." He glanced at his employer meaningly, and the Dean's face glowed with appreciation of the young man's thoughtfulness.

"That old horse, Sheep, of yours," continued Phil to Little Billy, "is getting too old and stiff for your work.

I've noticed him stumbling a lot lately." Again he glanced inquiringly at the Dean, who answered the look with a slight nod of approval.
"You'd better make him gentle your horse first, Billy," teased Curly.
"He might not be in the business when that big one gets through with him." Little Billy's retort came in a flash.

"Huh, 'Wild Horse Phil' will be a-ridin' 'em long after you've got your'n, Curly Elson." "Look out, son," cautioned the Dean, when the laugh had gone round again.

"Curly will be slippin' a burr under your saddle, if you don't." Then to the men: "What horse is it that you boys think is goin' to be such a bad one?
That big bay with the blazed face ?" The cowboys nodded.
"He's bad, all right," said Phil.
"Well," commented the Dean, leaning back in his chair and speaking generally, "he's sure got a license to be bad.