No amount of argument, no matter how fortified by theory and example,
could make Pete change his attitude toward life; but he eventually came
to see life from a different angle, his vision broadening to a wider
perspective as they climbed together, Forbes loitering on familiar
ground that Pete might not lose the trail and find himself entangled in
some unessential thicket by the way.
Forbes was not looking well. His thin face was pinched; his eyes were
listless. Pete thought that Forbes stayed indoors too much. "Why
don't you go get a cayuse and ride?" he suggested.
"Never was on a horse in my life."
"Uh-huh. Well, you been off one too long."
"I'd like to. But I can't afford it."
"I don't mean to buy a horse--jest hire one, from the livery. I was
thinkin' of gettin' out on the dry-spot myself. I'm plumb sick of
town."
"You would have to teach me."
"Shucks! There's nothin' to learn. All you got to do is to fork your
cayuse and ride. I'd sure be glad to go with you."
"That's nice of you. Well, say to-morrow afternoon, then. But what
about horses?"
"We got a session to-morrow.
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