hat off and compliment him on being the only person who ever sold
me a moon-eyed horse. I'm still paying my tuition, and you
needn't flare up when the laugh's on you. You have a good remuda
without him, and the only way you can get another horse out of
that herd is with the permission of Quince Forrest and Tom
Quirk."

"Well, if the permission of those new foremen is all I lack, then
I'll cut all the horses I want," retorted Tolleston, and galloped
back towards the herd. But Quince and I were after him like a
flash, followed leisurely by Lovell. As he slacked his mount to
enter the mass of animals, I passed him, jerking the bridle reins
from his hand. Throwing my horse on his haunches, I turned just
as Forrest slapped Tolleston on the back, and said: "Look-ee
here, Arch; just because you're a little hot under the collar,
don't do anything brash, for fear you may regret it afterward.
I'm due to take a little pasear myself this summer, and I always
did like to be well mounted. Now, don't get your back up or
attempt to stand up any bluffs, for I can whip you in any sized
circle you can name. You never saw me burn powder, did you? Well,
just you keep on acting the d----- fool if you want a little
smoke thrown in your face. Just fool with me and I'll fog you
till you look like an angel in the clouds."

But old man Don reached us, and raised his hand. I threw the
reins back over the horse's head. Tolleston was white with rage,
but before he could speak our employer waved us aside and said,
"Tom, you and Quince clear right out of here and I'll settle this
matter. Arch, there's your remuda. Take it and go about your
business or say you don't want to. Now, we know each other, and