This was the place reserved for Leviatt, the range boss.
Next to this place on the right was seated a goodlooking young puncher, whose age might have been estimated at twenty-three.

"Skinny" they called him because of his exceeding slenderness.

At the moment Ferguson settled into his seat the young man was filling the room with rapid talk.

This talk had been inconsequential and concerned only those small details about which we bother during our leisure.

But now his talk veered and he was suddenly telling something that gave promise of consecutiveness and universal interest.