Shall I put you on your horse ?" The Kid gave her a withering glance and squirmed up into the saddle with the help of both horn and cantle and by the grace of good luck.

Miss Allen gasped while she watched him.
The Kid looked down at her triumphantly.

He frowned a little and flushed guiltily when he remembered something.

"'Scuse me," he said.

"I guess you better ride my horse.