“I’ll help you. I know how to saddle and unsaddle a horse as well as any caballero on the rancho. See—this quick way! Now, take a handful of grass and rub down your Cork, while I do the same for Connemara. Then we’ll tether them where they can get a good supper and lie down to sleep.”
“Not before you’d eat a bit, little lady!” protested the hungry man.
“Oh! I’m too tired to eat.”
“Then so be I!” he asserted with a lengthening face.
“But you must. You need food.”
“Yes, I know, I know. Howsumever, ’tis not the Fogarty’ll do that when his Miss Carlota goes supperless to bed,” he plaintively answered.
“I—I was saving mine.”
“And I.”
“Dennis, for whom?”
“For that same as yourself. Sure.”