So I said: Too bad-we Ragged H men are such mighty slow eaters.

I was a " Ragged H man," on the same footing as the rest of them.

I was proud as thunder to have him call me a " Ragged H man" so unconsciously.

But you're the first Ragged H man that has ever walked up and shook hands with the old devil.

"Who are the Ragged H folks, and what's the matter with them?"

So I didn't find out a thing about that old row, or how it started-morethan what I'd learned at the Ragged H, that is.

"Because it isn't healthy for Ragged H folks to travel that way," he said, in the same eloquent tone.

"If they want to see cow-punchers, it seems to me the Ragged H can enter a bunch that will take first prize."