Work it out--" "Milt Dale, you'll come down here an' work out that fifty head of sheep!" ejaculated the old rancher, incredulously.
"Sure." "Wal, I'll be damned!" He sat back and gazed with shrewd eyes at Dale.
"What's got into you, Milt?
Hev you heard about my niece thet's comin', an' think you'll shine up to her ?" "Yes, Al, her comin' has a good deal to do with my deal," replied Dale, soberly.

"But I never thought to shine up to her, as you hint." "Haw! Haw! You're just like all the other colts hereabouts.

Reckon it's a good sign, too.

It'll take a woman to fetch you out of the woods.

But, boy, this niece of mine, Helen Rayner, will stand you on your head.
I never seen her.