One of the first to catch his eye was an Indian who sat near the door of the tent.

He was dressed like the other men, but was evidently a full-blood.
His skin was very dark, not at all red or copper colored, and Mose inferred that he was a Ute.

His eyes were fixed on Mose with intent scrutiny, and when the boy smiled the Indian's teeth gleamed white in ready good nature, and they were friends at once.

The talk was all about the work on hand, the tussles with steers, the number of unbranded calves, the queries concerning shipment, etc.
Dinner was soon over, and "Charley," as the cow boss was called by his men, walked out with Mose toward the corral.

"Kin ye rope ?" he asked.
"No, not for a cent." "Let him hold the herd foh a day or two," suggested Reynolds.