"It's over there at the end of the watering trough.

You'll find the stirrups about right, I reckon--I ride with them rather long." For a moment the stranger looked him straight in the eyes, then without a word started for the saddle.

He was half way to the end of the watering trough when Phil overtook him.
"I believe I'd rather saddle him myself," the cowboy explained quietly, with his sunny smile.

"You see, I've got to teach these horses some cow sense before the fall rodeo, and I'm rather particular about the way they're handled at the start." "Exactly," returned Patches, "I don't blame you.

That fellow seems rather to demand careful treatment, doesn't he ?" Phil laughed.