When he gave the saddle its final, little tentative shake and pulled the stirrup around so that he could stick in his toe, he gave also a snort of dissatisfaction.
"Hell!" he said to himself.

"I don't know as I care about being too _blame_ comfortable.

There's a limit to that kinda thing--with _her!_" "What's that ?" called Dill, who had heard his voice.
"Aw, nothing," lied Billy, swinging up.

"I was just cussing my hoss.".