"More or less."
"What d'ye want wearin' that Hyde Park costume out here for?"
"I've nothing else to ride in," said Jack, who was in his old riding breeches.
"Can't y' ride in trousers?"
"Can't keep 'em over my knees, yet."
"Better learn then, smart 'n'lively. Keep them down, 'n' y'socks up. Come on then, blast ye, an' I'll see about a horse."
They went to the stockyard, an immense place. But it was an empty desert now, save for a couple of black-boys holding a wild-looking bay. Red called out to them:
"Caught Stampede, have y'? Well, let 'im go again afore y' break y' necks. Y'r not to ride him, d'y hear?—What's in the stables, Ned?"
"Your mare, master. Waiting for you."
"What y' got besides, ye grinning jackasses? Find something for Mr. Grant here, an' look slippy."