"Well, they ain't ridin' on my time," sez I, "so it ain't nothing to me. Do I get the job?"
"Where you been ridin' at?" sez he.
"At the Lion Head, for Jim Jimison," sez I.
"I've seen some o' their stuff," sez he. "It's a good outfit; but it's a rather lengthy walk from here."
"Yes, I stopped off a while in Californie an' Idaho to rest," sez I. "Do I get the job?"
"We don't find a man's saddle an' bridle for him," sez he.
"I got mine cached over at Danders," sez I, recallin' the ones I had left there before I went into business.
"What's your name?" sez he.
"I ain't nowise choicy," sez I, "call me anything you want."
"I guess you won't do," sez he, ridin' on into Danders.