His name's Felix, after a uncle o' mine what--" Followed a personal history of Chet's uncle, to which Whitey did not listen.

He was thinking of the figure he would cut arriving at the Star Circle on Felix, and hoped he would get there at night.

Chet returned to the subject of the jack, to whose back a blanket was strapped.
"I'm sorry my saddles won't fit him," said Chet, "but you'll find sittin' on this blanket as comf'tbul as your mother's rockin'-chair, an' you've only sixty mile t' go." "Sixty miles!" gasped Whitey.
"Thassall.

Now you keep t' that road, with them hills t' your right, an' when you get t'-- " Chet described at length Whitey's route to the Star Circle Ranch.

Sadly Whitey mounted Felix and set forth.