You see, Hudson was hurt yesterday and he appointed me foreman for to-day.

I needed Spottie.
But your son couldn't see it, and that made me sore.

Jack said the mustang was his--" "His ?" interrupted Belllounds.
"Yes.

He claimed Spottie.

Well, he wasn't really mine, so I gave in.
When I threw off the saddle, which _was_ mine, Jack began to roar.