man, who went by the name of Flash Bill, walked up to the fire round which the cow-boys of No. 2 outfit were sitting.
"I have just come across to say I am sorry I rode off that day you beat me, Broncho. I allow it was a mean trick of me, but I was riled pretty considerable; still I oughtn't ter have done it; it wurn't the right thing."
"It wurn't," Harry said; "but now you own up there is an end of it. Sit right down and have a smoke."
For some time the conversation turned upon horses. Two or three other men of the
ranche sauntered up and joined in. Presently Flash Bill turned to Hugh, who had taken no part in the conversation, and said, "Have you a mind to trade that horse?"
"No, I wouldn't sell it at any price," Hugh said. "It exactly suits me, and I should find difficulty in getting another as good."
"Seems to me as I have seen that horse before," the man said. "Had him long?"
"I have had him about eight months," Hugh replied.