Where's Bob?
He asleep yet ?" "Huh! Asleep ?" said Carr with a sniff that expressed fatherly pride in no small degree.
"Not him! Lit out o' here at break o' day--him and that devil horse of his, wrangling the work stock.

He's a mighty help to me.

I ain't very spry on my pins since--you know." To eke out the words he gave an extra swing to his twisted leg.

They came to a great freight wagon under a tree, with tackle showing that it was a six-horse outfit.
"Here we are! 'Light down and unsaddle, Petey, and we'll take off the packs.

Turn your horses loose.