Any open prairie farm, with no house, nothing with which to make a house, and no home but a wagon, and no companions but my cows would have been rather forbidding at first glance; but this--I was certain I was ruined; I suppose I must have looked a little bad, for Henderson L.laid his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't cave in, my boy," said he.

"You're young--and there's oceans of good land to be had.

Keep a stiff upper lip!" "I'll kill him!" I shouted.

"I'll kill John Rucker!" "Don't, till you catch him," said Burns.

"And what good would it do anyhow ?" "Is there any plow-land on it ?" I asked, after getting control of myself.
"Some," said Henderson L.cheerfully.