Harold said: "Pay me what you can," and Pratt replied: "Wal, throw your duds into that hind wagon. We've got to camp somewhere 'fore them durn critters eat up all the fences."
As Harold was helping to unhitch the team the girl came around and studied him with care.
"Say, what's your name?"
"Moses," he instantly replied.
"Moses what?"
"Oh, let it go at Mose."
"Hain't you got no other name?"
"I did have but the wind blew it away."
"What was it?"