They like the half-soldiering kind of life, and if they stick steady at their work, and show pluck and gumption, they mostly get promoted.

Goring was a real smart, dashing chap, a good rider for an Englishman; that is, he could set most horses, and hold his own with us natives anywhere but through scrub and mountain country.

No man can ride there, I don't care who he is, the same as we can, unless he's been at it all his life.

There we have the pull--not that it is so much after all.

But give a native a good horse and thick country, and he'll lose any man living that's tackled the work after he's grown up.
By and by we got to Nomah, a regular hot hole of a place, with a log lock-up.