It will be a killin' trip on men, horses an' dogs.
Now, Mr.Wallace, he's been campin' an' roughin' with the Navajos for months; he's in some kind of shape, but--" Frank concluded his remark with a doubtful pause.
"I'm some worried, too," replied Jones.

"But he would come.

He stood the desert well enough; even the Mormons said that." In the ensuing silence the fire sputtered, the glare fitfully merged into dark shadows under the weird pinyons, and the wind moaned through the short branches.
"Wal," drawled a slow, soft voice, "shore I reckon you're hollerin' too soon.

Frank's measly trick puttin' him on Spot showed me.

He rode out on Spot, an' he rode in on Spot.