"Get his hundred, Jerry, and put down Stopper." "What's that saddle worth ?" another asked meaningly.
"One hundred dollars," snapped Bud.

"And if you want to go further, there are my chaps and spurs and this silver-mounted bridle-and my boots and hat-and I'll throw in Sunfish for whatever you say his hide's worth.
Who wants the outfit ?" "I'll take 'em," said Jeff, and permitted Jerry and Dave to appraise the outfit, which Bud piled contemptuously in a heap.
He mounted Sunfish bareback with a rope halter.

Bud was bareheaded and in his sock feet.

His eyes were terribly blue and bright, and his face was flushed as a drunken man's.

He glanced over to the bank where the women and children were watching.