They all want to give a hoss a rakin' over....

Think of thet fool Van gettin' throwed by a two-dollar Ute mustang.

An' hurt so he can't ride for days! With them races comin' soon! It makes me sick." "Dad, weren't you a rider once ?" asked Lucy.
"I never was thet kind." "Van will be all right in a few days." "No matter.

It's bad business.

If I had any other rider who could handle the King I'd let Van go." "I can get just as much out of the King as Van can," said Lucy, spiritedly.
"You!" exclaimed Bostil.