"They're more durable." "Watch him come, now!" Dade gave three short, shrill whistles, and with a toss of head by way of answer, Surry came tearing up the slope, straight for his master.

The shadow of the oak was all about him when he planted his front feet stiffly and stopped; flared his nostrils in a snort and, because Dade waved his hand to the right, wheeled that way, circled the oak at a pace which set his body aslant and stopped again quite as suddenly as before.

Dade held out his hand, and Surry came up and rubbed the palm playfully with his soft muzzle.
"For a camel, did you say ?" Dade grinned triumphantly at the other over the sleek back of his pet.
"What'll you take for him ?" Dade pulled the heavy forelock straight with fingers that caressed with every touch.

"Jose Pacheco asked me that, and I came pretty near hitting him.

I don't reckon I'll ever be drunk enough to name a price.
But I might--" Jack glanced at him, and saw that his lips were half parted in a smile born of some fancy of his own, and that his eyes were seeing dreams.
Jack stared for a full minute before Dade's thoughts jerked back to his surroundings.