Pink turned.
"Say! Don't make so much noise about it," he advised guardedly.

"I've got an idea." "Yuh want to hog-tie it, then," Big Medicine retorted, resentful because Pink seemed not to grasp the full humor of the thing.

"Idees sure seems to be skurce in this outfit--or that there lily-uh-the-valley couldn't set and comb no chaps in broad daylight, by cripes; not and get off with it." "He's an ornament to the Flying U," Pink stated dreamily.

"Us boneheads don't appreciate him, is all that ails us.

What we ought to do is--help him be as pretty as he wants to be, and--" "Looky here, Little One." Big Medicine hurried his steps until he was close alongside.