Then we couldn't help but see that there wasn't no brand.
Of course we roped him and put the iron on him.

I took the chance to look at his ears, and saw that the marking had been done quite recent, so when we got in that night I reported to Buck Johnson that one of the punchers was gettin' lazy and sleeperin'.

Naturally he went after the man who had done it; but every puncher swore up and down, and back and across, that he'd branded every calf he'd had a rope on that spring.
We put it down that someone was lyin', and let it go at that.
And then, about a week later, one of the other boys reported a Triangle-H sleeper.

The Triangle-H was the Goodrich brand, so we didn't have nothin' to do with that.

Some of them might be sleeperin' for all we knew.