He had them coming up to the pasture gate every day for the few handfuls of grain he purloined for them, and their sleekness was a joy to behold.
"Hen, he's adopted yuh, horses and all, looks like," Dirk observed one day to Bud when they were riding together.

And he tempered the statement by adding that Hen was trusty enough, even if he didn't have as much sense as the law allows.

"He sure is takin' care of them cayuses of your'n.

D'you tell him to ?" Bud came out of a homesick revery and looked at him inquiringly.

"No, I didn't tell him anything." "I believe that, all right," Dirk retorted.