We've left him strictly alone.
To-day"-- he glanced over his shoulder to where the becurled chaps swung comically from the willow branch--"to-day's the first time anybody's made a move.

Unless," he added, as an afterthought, "you count yesterday in the 'doby patch--and even then we didn't tell him to ride into it; we just let him do it." "And kinda herded him over towards it," Cal amended slyly.
"Can he ride ?" asked Andy, going straight to the main point, in the mind of a cowpuncher.
"W-e-ell-he hasn't been piled, so far.

But then," Pink qualified hastily, "he hasn't topped anything worse than Crow-hop.

He ain't hard to ride.

Happy Jack could--" "Aw, I'm gittin' good and sick of' hearin' that there tune," Happy growled indignantly.