"He likes excitement.

I see that by the way he takes up with my knife play.
He'd rather leave his hide on the fence than stay in the corral." "Well, he's all right," replied Senor Buck Johnson, "and if he ever gets back, which same I'm some doubtful of, his dinero'll be here for him." In pursuance of this he rode in to Willets, where shortly the overland train brought him from Tucson the five thousand dollars in double eagles.
In the meantime the regular life of the ranch went on.

Each morning Sang, the Chinese cook, rang the great bell, summoning the men.

They ate, and then caught up the saddle horses for the day, turning those not wanted from the corral into the pasture.

Shortly they jingled away in different directions, two by two, on the slow Spanish trot of the cow-puncher.