I can't see that it makes any essential difference whether they have inherited wealth and what we call culture, or whether they are poverty-stricken semi-imbeciles like Joe; the principle is the same." As they dismounted at the home corral gate, Phil looked at his companion curiously.

"You seem mighty interested in Joe," he said, with a smile.
"I am," retorted Patches.

"He reminds me of--of some one I know," he finished, with his old, self-mocking smile.

"I have a fellow feeling for him, the same as you have for that wild horse, you know.

I'd like to take him away from Nick, and see if it would be possible to make a real man of him," he mused, more to himself than to his companion.
"I don't believe I'd try any experiments along that line, Patches," cautioned Phil.