I reckon I'd better not try to be a cattle king." He smiled bitterly and pitilessly at the poor figure he cut.

"I reckon I'm a kind of a mounted hobo from this on." "But your father and sister----" "Oh, she isn't worryin' any about me; I haven't had a letter from her for two years.

All I've got now is Jack, and he'd be no earthly good on the trail.

He'd sure lose his glasses in a fight, and then he couldn't tell a grizzly from a two-year-old cow.

So you see, there's nothing to hinder me from going anywhere.