For a moment he lay looking up into their faces as though wondering where he was, and how he happened there.
"Are you hurt bad ?" asked the Dean.
That brought him to his senses, and he got to his feet somewhat unsteadily, and began brushing the dust from his clothes.

Then he looked curiously toward the horse that Curly was holding down by the simple means of sitting on the animal's head.

"I certainly thought my legs were long enough to reach around him," he said reflectively.

"How in the world did he manage it?
I seemed to be falling for a week." Phil yelled and the Dean laughed until the tears ran down his red cheeks, while Bob and Curly went wild.
Patches went to the horse, and gravely walked around him.

Then, "Let him up," he said to Curly.
The cowboy looked at Phil, who nodded.
As the bay regained his feet, Patches started toward him.
"Here," said the Dean peremptorily.