He started right, socially, this time.

No one knew that he had been a sheep herder but Reynolds, and Reynolds did not lay it up against him.

He was the equal of any of them in general horsemanship, they admitted that at the end of the second day, though he was not so successful in handling cattle as they thought he should be.

It was the sense of inefficiency in these matters which led him to give an exhibition of his skill with the revolver one evening when the chance offered.

He shot from his horse in all conceivable positions, at all kinds of marks, and with all degrees of speed, till one of the boys, accustomed to good shooting, said: "You kin jest about shoot." "That's right," said the cow boss; "I'd hate to have him get a grutch agin me." Mose warmed with pardonable pride.