I reckon I'd better mosey along an' have a closer look at him.

Me an' Kitty here warn't talkin' nothin' important, nohow.

Just a gassin' like.

I reckon she'd ruther go on home with you, anyhow, an' it's all right with me." "Maverick!" questioned the professor.

"And what, may I ask, is a maverick ?" "Hit's a critter what don't belong to nobody," answered Patches, moving toward his horse.
At the same moment Kitty, who had risen, and was looking in the direction from which the professor had come, exclaimed, "Why, there's Yavapai Joe, Patches.