He was mounted on a superbly pointed grade broncho, and all his hangings were of costly Mexican workmanship and betrayed use.
"The first thing is a 'packing contest,'" read Haney.
"Oh, to h----l with that, I'm no packer," growled Dan.
"I try that," said Mose; "I let nothing get away to-day." "Entrance fee one dollar." "Here you are." Mose tossed a dollar.
"Then 'roping and holding contest.'" "Now you're talking my business," exclaimed Dan.
"There are others," said Mose.
Dan turned a contemptuous look on the speaker--but changed his expression as he met Mose's eyes.
"Howdy, Mose ?" "So's to sit a horse," Mose replied in a tone which cut.

He was not used to being patronized by men of Dan's set.
The crowd perceived the growing rivalry between the two men and winked joyously at each other.
At last all was arranged.

The spectators were assembled on the rude seats.

The wind, sweet, clear, and cool, came over the smooth grassy slopes to the west, while to the east, gorgeous as sunlit marble, rose the great snowy peaks with huge cumulus clouds--apparently standing on edge--peeping over their shoulders from behind.

Mose observed them and mentally calculated that it would not shower till three in the afternoon.
In the track before the judge's stand six piles of "truck," each pile precisely like the others, lay in a row.