This was a bit of the real West--the old West. Look at them spurs. Silver--solid! A regular cowboy!
And the newcomer had been quick to sense this too. He was on his way out from Reservoir, traveling north. Of course he would be traveling north--the Dee & Zee lay in that quarter--and this magnificence was the Dee & Zee superintendent. More than that, his horse was fresh up from the stable, and the stable hands were not accustomed to sending a horse out thirsty into the desert, but he did not now pause to consider this. He felt the eye of that whole train upon him, its approval, its admiration, and his importance grew. He couldn't help it; he played up to his audience. Some men invariably will, with the eye of the world upon them. They're made that way.
Just for an instant the sight of that familiar figure, quiet there before him, had given him an unpleasant start. The little matter of unpaid back wages had crowded to mind and simultaneously a realization that in numbers he was no longer