As poets and singers, I doubt whether the Rolling R can find use for you.
What capacity do I find you in, Curley?
Director of the orchestra, or umpire ?" Curley climbed shamefacedly off the fence and picked up his rope.

The business of taming bronks was resumed in a dead silence broken only by the trampling of the horses and a muttered oath now and then.

A lump over Aleck's ear was swelling so that the hair lifted there, and Bud limped and sent scowling glances at Johnny Jewel.

Tex spat dirt off his tongue and scowled while he did it; indeed, no eyes save those of little Curley seemed able to look upon Johnny with a kindly light.
Mary V's father stood dispassionately watching them for five minutes or so before he turned back to the gate.

Not once had he smiled or shown any emotion whatever.