I can only remember the things that interest me." Flora gave them clear instructions, and when she rode away George turned to Edgar.
"You'll have to come, and we'll start at once.

Grierson can go on plowing with the Clydesdales, which is more than you could do." "I'm afraid I must admit it," said Edgar, glancing at his ragged furrow.

"But I'm going to have my supper and put up some provisions before I leave the place." They set out an hour later, and safely reached their destination, where George purchased a dozen cattle.

They were big, red and white, long-horned animals, accustomed to freedom, for fences are still scarce on tracts of the prairie, and they ranged about the corral in a restless manner.

Edgar, leaning on the rails, watched them dubiously.
"They look unusually active," he remarked.