Then he lifted one foot after another, and cleaned out about the frog, tapping the hoof all over for soreness.
Down deep beside the frog of the foot which she had favored he found a little pebble.
"That's what it was," said he, holding the pebble up.

"She'll be all right now.

Thank you for telling me.

It was the square thing to do." "If you don't feel safe to go on with the team," said I, "I'll trade back." "No," said he, "we're needed in Kansas; and," turning up an oil-cloth and showing me a dozen or so of the Sharp's rifles, "so are these.

And let me tell you, boy, if I'm any judge of men, the time will come when you won't feel so bad to lose half a dozen horses, as you feel now to be traded out of Flora and Fanny, and make a hundred dollars by the trade.
Get up, Flora; go long, Fanny; good-by, Jake!" And they drove off to the Border Wars.