"If I git a job I'll give you an order for my wages," he told
Roth.
"That's all right, Pete; I ain't worryin'."
"Well--I be, some," said Pete. "Lemme see--fifty for the saddle, seven
for the bridle---and she's some bridle!--and eighteen for the
chaps--fifteen for the boots--that's ninety dollars. Gee whizz! Then
there's four for that blanket and ten for them spurs. That's a hundred
and four. 'Course I _could_ git along without a new lid. Rope is
three-fifty, and lid is ten. One hundred and seventeen dollars for
four bits. Guess I'll make it a hundred and twenty. No use botherin'
about small change. Gimme that pair of gloves."
Roth had no hesitation in outfitting Pete. The Concho cattlemen traded
at his store. He had extended credit to many a rider whom he trusted
less than he did Pete. Moreover, he was fond of the boy and wanted to
see him placed where he could better himself. "I've got you on the
books for a hundred and twenty," he told Pete, and Pete felt very proud
and important. "Now, if I could borrow a hoss for a spell, I'd jest
fork him and ride over to see Bailey," he asserted.
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