Some of them, more orderly, were squatted along a sort of table made of folded blankets piled through the center of a tent.

Here Reynolds took a seat, and Mose followed, shrinking a little from the keen scrutiny of the men.

The fact that Reynolds vouched for him, however, was introduction, and the cook made a place for him readily enough, and brought him a plate and a cup.
"Boys," said Reynolds, "this young feller is just come to town.

His name is Mose Harding, and he can ride a hoss all right, all right.

He's a-goin' to make a hand here in my place; treat him fair." There was a moment's awkward pause, and then Mose said: "I'm going to try to do my share." As he had time to look around he began to individualize the men.