How can yuh set there and say I backed 'em?
And that blonde Jezebel--riding down here bold as brass and turnin' up her nose at Dell, and callin' me a conspirator to my face!" "I sticked a pin in her saddle blanket, Uncle Gee-gee.

I'll bet she wished she'd stayed away from here when her horse bucked her off." The Kid looked up from trying to tie a piece of paper to the end of a brindle kitten's switching tail, and smiled his adorable smile--that had a gap in the middle.
"Hey?
You leave that cat alone or he'll scratch yuh.

Blake, if you can't see--" "He! He's a her and her name's Adeline.

Where's the boys, Uncle Gee-gee ?" "Hey?
Oh, away down in the breaks after their cattle that got away.

You keep still and never mind where they've gone." His mind swung back to the Happy Family, combing the breaks for their stock and the stock of the nesters, with an average of one saddle-horse apiece and a camp outfit of the most primitive sort--if they had any at all, which he doubted.
The Old Man had eased too many roundups through that rough country not to realize keenly the difficulties of the Happy Family.
"They need horses," he groaned to Blake, "and they need help.