"Guess so."
"Then take that saddle off and put it on the little pinto."
"But she said to—"
"Makes no difference. You take it off or I'll make you look like two bits, Mex!"
On finding her order miscarried Jane demanded explanation.
"Tommy, he told me," Two-Bits said, uneasily.
"But I ordered the sorrel—"
"And I told Two-Bits to give you this paint, ma'am," Beck said, the foot of the colt still between his knees.
"And why?"—with a show of spirit.
"Because you ain't up to him yet and he ain't down to you. If somebody was with you, it'd be different. You can't ride him alone, ma'am."