"I have seen a few queer things,"—and Bronson laughed,—"but this beats them all."
"You'd be steppin' square on Bud's soul if you was to josh him about that piano," said Lorry.
"I wouldn't. But thank you just the same. You have a neat place here,
Adams."
"When you say 'neat' you say it all."
"I detest a fussy camp. One gets enough of that sort of thing in town.
Is that a Gallup saddle or a Frazier?"
"Frazier."
"I used a Heiser when I was in Mexico. They're all good."
"That's what I say. But there's a hundred cranks to every make of saddle and every rig. You said you were in Mexico?"
"Before I was married. As a young man I worked for some of the mines. I went there from college."
"I reckon you've rambled some." And a new interest lightened Lorry's eyes. Perhaps this man wasn't a "plumb tenderfoot," after all.