But I'd been making up my mind to get off and try walking though, so I done it.

Say, I don't see nothing so damned attractive about riding horseback, anyway!" He yelled at the horse to stop, but it appeared that his whoas were so terrifying that the horse ran for its life.

So Bill started to walk, beguiling the time, by soliloquizing upon--well, Bill put it this way: "I walked and I cussed, and I cussed and I walked, for about four hours and a half.

Say! How do you make out it's only twenty miles ?" "Nearer thirty" corrected Dade, and Bill grunted and went on with the story of his misfortunes.

Walking became monotonous, and he wearied of soliloquy before the cattle discovered him.
"Met quite a band, all of a sudden," said Bill.