“Thought I’d ride with you a spell, Lin. That Pete-horse acts like he was goin’ sore on the off front foot. Chuck at the Y.D. to-night?”
“That’s what Transley says, George, and he knows.”
“Ever et at the Y.D?”
“Nope.”
“Know old Y.D?”
“Only to know his name is good on a cheque, and they say he still throws a good rope.”
George wriggled to a more comfortable position in the hay. He had a feeling that he was approaching a delicate subject with consummate skill. After a considerable silence he continued—
“They say that’s quite a girl old Y.D.‘s got.”
“Oh,” said Linder, slowly. The occasion of the soreness in that Pete-horse’s off front foot was becoming apparent.
“You better stick to Pete,” Linder continued. “Women is most uncertain critters.”