Several of the men were there, just finishing the meal, and rolling their after-breakfast cigarettes.

Whitey sat down, sort of offhand and careless-like, and to his pained surprise, no one noticed the boots.
Then he crossed his legs and leaned back, with his hands clasped behind his head--and Buck Higgins noticed them.
And Whitey certainly was gratified, for they attracted a great deal of admiration and praise, and there was much discussion about them, and feeling of the leather, and estimating how much they cost.

After a while Injun arrived.

Now, Injun did not care about boots, though he might have liked a pair had they been made of pink leather.

But even Injun was moved to admiration by these boots.
Then Whitey strutted around the ranch buildings and corrals for a while, and the milch cows, and the horses and the pigs--all the stock, in fact--had a good look at the boots.