"Yes, sir, Jim's all right.
Good neighbor; good cowman; square as they make 'em.

Some folks seem to think he's a mite over-bearin' an' rough-spoken sometimes, and he's kind of quick at suspicionin' everybody; but Jim and me have always got along the best kind." Again the Dean was silent, as though he had forgotten the man beside him in his occupation with thoughts that he could not share.
When they had crossed the valley meadows and, climbing the hill on the other side, could see the road for several miles ahead, the Dean pointed to a black object on the next ridge.
"There's Jim's automobile now.

They're headin' for Prescott, too.
Kitty's drivin', I reckon.

I tell Stella that that machine and Kitty's learnin' to run the thing is about all the returns that Jim can show for the money he's spent in educatin' her.

I don't mean," he added, with a quick look at Patches, as though he feared to be misunderstood, "that Kitty's one of them good-for-nothin' butterfly girls.