But human sympathy was within reach of her hand, and it was much more
satisfying than the mute sympathy of a horse.

"Weary Willy Davidson, you don't know how glad I am to see you! As the
sayin' is: 'Yuh think of angels an' their opposets ain't fur off.'
I AM glad to see you."

"Dirt and all?" grinned Weary, for he had ridden far in the heat, and
was dust-grimed and travelworn. He pulled the saddle off Glory, also,
travelworn and sweat-grimed, and gave him an affectionate slap of
dismissal.

"I'd chance money you wasn't thinking of me," he said, pointedly.
"How is the old ranch, anyhow ? Splinter up, yet?"

"You must think I'm a feeble excuse for a doctor," retorted she.
"Of course he's up. He walks all around the house and yard with
a cane; I promoted him from crutches yesterday."

"Good shot! That was sure a bad foot he had on him, and I didn't know--
What's he been putting in the time at? Making pictures--or love?"

"Pictures," said the Little Doctor, hastily, laying her cheek against
Silver's mane. "I'd like to see him making love!"

"Yuh would?" said Weary, innocently, disregarding the irony of her tone.
"Well, if yuh ever do, I tell yuh right now you'll see the real thing.
If he makes love like he does other things, there won't any female girl
dodge his loop, that's straight. What about the pictures?"