"But he shore hed a close shave.

Now you help me doctor him up." "Yes--I'll help," panted Columbine.

"I've done this kind--of thing often--but never--to Pronto....

Oh, I was afraid--he'd been gored by a steer." "Wal, he come damn near bein'," replied Lem, grimly.

"An' if it hedn't been fer ridin' you don't see every day, why thet ornery Texas steer'd hev got him." "Who was riding?
Lem, was it you?
Oh, I'll never be able to do enough for you!" "Wuss luck, it weren't me," said Lem.
"No?
Who, then ?" "Wal, it was Wils, an' he made me swear to tell you nuthin'-- leastways about him." "Wils! Did he save Pronto ?...