That's better.

I'll go get another stick and roast the back." The Kid, squatting on his heels by the fire, watched gravely the rabbit-leg on the two prongs of the willow stick he held.

He glanced across at Miss Allen and smiled his Little Doctor smile.
"He's my pal," he announced.

"I bet if I stayed we could round up all them cattle our own selves.

And I bet he can find your horse, too.
He--he's 'customed to this country.