The half-caste is an out-and-out chap with cattle, and the horse doesn't stand on four legs that he can't ride--and make follow him, for the matter of that.

But he's worth watching.

I don't believe in him myself.

And now ye have the lot.' 'And a d----d fine lot they are,' I said, for I was vexed with Jim for taking so easy to the bait father held out to him about the horse.

'A very smart crowd to be on the roads inside of five years, and drag us in with 'em.' 'How do you make that out ?' says father.