Whitey buried his head in his hands and groaned at the thought.

He had dreamed of funerals ever since.
He determined to make a will and put in it that Little Thompson should not be allowed to come to his (Whitey's) funeral.
They had passed him along from one to another, making a fool of him, and laughing behind his back all the time.

He knew how rough cowmen often were in their fun, and the only wonder was that they hadn't treated him worse.

He supposed that they would have done so had his father not been a ranch-owner.

So! they probably thought he was something of a molly-coddle.