"What's the matter?
Ain't the kid game to run him?
Looks to me like a good little goer." "He's got a limp--but I'll run him anyway." Bud glanced up.

"Maybe when he's warmed up he'll forget about it." "Seen my Skeeter ?" "Good horse, I should judge," Bud observed indifferently.

"But I ain't worrying any." "Well, neither am I," Jeff grinned.
Pop stood teetering back and forth, plainly uneasy.

"I'd rub him right good with liniment," he advised Bud.

"I'll git some't I know ought t' help." "What's the matter, Pop?
You got money up on that cayuse ?" Jeff laughed.
Pop whirled on him.