Frank Bates was friendly with all of us, but did not enjoy camping out. He liked to be with when we were cutting out beeves. On one occasion he hitched Bob and Dirk, his favorite horses, to his top buggy an drove out where we were at work. He motioned to me, "Don't you think I could drive Bob and Dirk into the herd and pick out a beef just as good as you?"
"Frank you know what would happen if you made a dash at a steer with the team and buggy; you'd have a stampede!" I replied.