I'm chokin' for water.

An' listen to the car.

She's boilin'!" Then, as he stepped toward Kurt, the rancher showed himself to be a well-preserved man of perhaps fifty-five, of powerful form beginning to sag in the broad shoulders, his face bronzed by long exposure to wind and sun.

He had keen gray eyes, and their look was that of a man used to dealing with his kind and well disposed toward them.
"Hello! Are you young Dorn ?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," replied Kurt, stepping out.
"I'm Anderson, from Ruxton, come to see your dad.

This is my girl Lenore." Kurt acknowledged the slight bow from the veiled young woman, and then, hesitating, he added, "Won't you come in ?" "No, not yet.