"I can't think of anything--and, besides, I've reformed.

I don't know as it's any compliment to me, by gracious--being told soon as I land that I'm expected to lie to a perfect stranger." "You come on down to the stable and take a look at his saddle and bridle," urged Cal.

"And wait till you see him smoking and looking past you, as if you was an ornery little peak that didn't do nothing but obstruct the scenery.

I've seen mean cusses--lots of 'em; and I've seen men that was stuck on themselves.

But I never--" "Come outa that 'doby," Pink interrupted, "mud to his eyebrows, just about.