"I reckon you're in clover, though.

Any man which can laugh to hisself as you was laughin', certainly ain't botherin' his head about much." This quick turn of the conversation brought Calumet's thoughts back to Betty.

"Looks is deceivin'," he said.

"I've got a heap of burden on my mind.

I've got a thousand dollars which is botherin' me considerable." The puncher sat erect, his eyes bulging.
"You've got a thousand!" he said "Oh, Lordy! An' you're botherin' about it ?" "It ain't none of your business, of course," said Calumet.