"Set up, fellers," said Curly.

"It's bridles off now, and cinches down, and the trusties next to the mirror." (By this speech Curly probably meant that the time was one of ease and safety, wherein one might place his six-shooter back of the bar, in sign that he was in search of no man, and that none was in search of him.

It was not good form to eat in a private family in Heart's Desire with one's gun at one's belt.) We sat down and McKinney uncovered the cake which had been made by the wife of the man from Leavenworth.

It appeared somewhat imposing.
Curly wanted to cut into it at the first course, but Dan Anderson rebelled and coaxed him off upon the subject of oysters.

There was abundance for all.