It _is_ father!" He let him pass, staring in astonishment at the transformation in the minister.

"Well, well! the old man has woke up.

He looks the real thing, sure." A drum struck up suddenly and the broncho (never too tired to shy) gave a frenzied leap.

The rider went with him, reins in hand, heels set well in, knees grasping the saddle.
Mose smiled with genuine pleasure.

"I didn't know he could ride like that," and he turned to follow with a genuine interest.
He came up to Mr.Excell just as the marshal stepped out of the crowd and accosted him.