‘You’ll probably learn. Educated, ain’t yuh?’
‘I have been taught quite a lot. I never went to a public school. Mother was always very particular in that respect.’
‘Yuh didn’t go to school?’ Bunty didn’t understand.
‘No; I had a private tutor.’
‘Horned-frawgs! You ain’t aimin’ to start a band in a town like Mesa City, are yuh?’
‘I don’t know anything about a band, Mr. Smith.’
‘Uh-huh. Kinda warm, ain’t it. If you ain’t used to this atmosphere, you’re liable to feel it.’
Bunty swung the four horses around a hairpin turn, where the outer wheels ran perilously close to the edge of the cañon. It was blue down there, and Rex could look down at the back and outspread wings of a circling hawk.
‘My, it is a long way to the bottom!’ exclaimed Rex.
‘You can’t even see it,’ grinned Bunty. ‘On this here road a driver is jist allowed one mistake. The last man who drove off the edge fell so danged far that his clothes was out of style when he hit bottom.’