As for your hoss, pray do not be under any apprehension.

Our friend, Mr.Texas Pete, here, has kindly consented to make good any deficiencies from his own corral." Tim could talk high, wide, and handsome when he set out to.
The man started to say something; but I managed to herd him to one side.
"Let him alone," I whispers.

"When he talks that way, he's mad; and when he's mad, it's better to leave nature to supply the lightnin' rods." He seemed to sabe all right, so we built us a little fire and started some grub, while Gentleman Tim walked up and down very grand and fierce.
By and by he seemed to make up his mind.

He went over and untied Texas Pete.
"Stand up, you hound," says he.

"Now listen to me.