But there was the old twinkle back of the querulousness in the Old Man's eyes, and the old pucker of the lips behind his grizzled whiskers.
"You've got that doggone Kid broke to foller yuh so we can't keep him on the ranch no more," he added fretfully.

"Tried to run away twice, on Silver.

Chip had to go round him up.

Found him last time pretty near over to Antelope coulee, hittin' the high places for town.

Might as well take yuh back, I guess, and save time running after the Kid." "We've got to hold down our claims," Weary minded him regretfully.