39/46 He's narrow between the eyes--a bad sign. His ears are stiff--and too close. I don't see anything more wrong with him." "You seen enough," declared Macomber. "An' so you wouldn't own him ?" "You couldn't make me a present of him--even on my birthday." "Wal, now I'm sorry, for I was thinkin' of thet," replied Macomber, ruefully. It was plain that the sorrel had fallen irremediably in his estimation. |