I think he's 'yellow,' anyhow." "You and I will never agree on that," said Merry.

"There's good stuff in Barzy Blunt, and some day he's going to see the error of his way, and reform.

When that happens, you'll find he has the making of an all-round star athlete." Clancy muttered something under his breath.

Whatever it was it certainty was not creditable to the Cowboy Wonder.
"We're getting into the hills," observed Clancy, shifting the subject, "and now, if we don't get lost, it will be because your bump of location is a lot better than mine." Merry had the habit, at all times, of keen and careful observation, he had made but one trip to the old camp of Happenchance, but circumstances, at that time, had conspired to fix the route to it firmly in his mind.

He had gone to the lost town of the Picket Posts in the Bradlaugh car, guided by Nick Porter, but he had ridden back to McGurvin's on a horse, accompanying the runners in the first lap of the relay race.