Oh, yes! Mose told me if I see you to tell you young Mitchell left some money in the safe for you." "Ya-as," said Pete.

"Here comes your _caballada_.

Likely looking horses, Jack." "A leetle thin," said Carr.
He took six nose-bags, already filled, and fed his wagon stock.

Bobby pulled the saddle from the Nan-na pony, tied him to a bush, and gave him breakfast from his own small _morral_.

Then he sidled toward the fire.
"Bobby, come over here," said Bobby's father.