"And eat! Yes, man!" "Some different here now, ain't it ?" said Curly, grinning; and I grinned in reply with what fortitude I could muster.

Down in Heart's Desire there was a little, a very little cabin, with a bunk, a few blankets, a small table, and a box nailed against the wall for a cupboard.

I knew what was in the box, and what was not in it, and I so advised my friend as we slipped down off the bald summit of the Capitans and came into the shelter of the short, black pinons.

Curly rode on for a little while before he made answer.
"Why," said he, at length, "ain't you heard?
You're in with our rodeo on Christmas dinner.

McKinney, and Tom Osby, and Dan Anderson, the other lawyer, and me,--we're going to have Christmas dinner at Andersen's 'dobe in town to-morrer.