"Riding's what did it You know how a horse tears a man to pieces." "Will he be able to stand it ?" asked Frank, with as much solicitude as if he were my brother.

"When you get out after anythin'-- well, you're hell.

An' think of the country we're goin' into.

I know you've never seen the breaks of the Siwash, but I have, an' it's the worst an' roughest country I ever saw.

Breaks after breaks, like the ridges on a washboard, headin' on the south slope of Buckskin, an' runnin' down, side by side, miles an' miles, deeper an' deeper, till they run into that awful hole.