Of course, though," he admitted kindly, "we don't know much except to ride, an' throw a rope, an' shoot, mebby, once in a while." The riders were returning and the Dean and the stranger walked back down the little hill to the corral.
"You have a fine ranch here, Mr.Baldwin," again observed the stranger.
The Dean glanced at him sharply.

Many men had tried to buy the Cross-Triangle.

This man certainly appeared prosperous even though he was walking.

But there was no accounting for the queer things that city men would do.
"It does pretty well," the cattleman admitted.

"I manage to make a livin'." The other smiled as though slightly embarrassed.