I think you can do just about anything you start out to do, if you ask me." "Thank you," chilled Jean, and permitted Pard to back away from his approach.
"Say, you're some rider," he praised tactlessly, and got no reply whatever.

Jean merely turned and rode around to where Lite eased his long legs in the stirrups and waited her pleasure.
"Shall we help them out, Lite ?" she asked distinctly.

"I think perhaps we ought to; it's a long walk to town." "I guess we better; won't take but a minute to tie on," Lite agreed, his fingers dropping to his coiled rope.

"Seems queer to me that folks should want to ride in them things when there's plenty of good horses in the country." "No accounting for tastes, Lite," Jean replied cheerfully.

"Listen.
If that thin man will start the engine,--he doesn't weigh more than half as much as you do, Mr.Burns,--we'll pull you out on solid ground.
And if you have occasion to cross this hollow again, I advise you to keep out there to the right.