Reckon this ain't the deal I expected....

An' you can saddle the hosses." The three members of the gang filed out, all glancing keenly at the stranger, who had moved back into the shadow.
"All right now, Beasley," said Anson, low-voiced.

"What's your game?
Jim, here, is in on my deals." Then Beasley came forward to the fire, stretching his hands to the blaze.
"Nothin' to do with sheep," replied he.
"Wal, I reckoned not," assented the other.

"An' say--whatever your game is, I ain't likin' the way you kept me waitin' an' ridin' around.

We waited near all day at Big Spring.