His face was flaming red.
"You'll have to excuse me, my good man, but I thought I saw a hitching-rack as I drove up.

Ah, here it is.

How careless of me.

But say, I won't be in the store more than a second, and it doesn't seem worth while to tie the old crow-bait.

If you'll just watch him--or her--for a minute I'll be greatly obliged, and--" "Watch your own horse," roared the marshal thunderously.
"Don't get huffy," cried the young man cheerily.