I wish to God Mary was here." "Never mind about my folks, Brian," returned the rancher as he mounted.
"You know they'll be on the job." "You bet I know, Henry," came the answer as the mountaineer rode away.
Then--"Bill, you'll take every one between here and the head of the canyon.

If there's a man shows up at Carleton's later than an hour after sunup, we'll run him out of the country.

Tom, you take the trail over into the Santa Ana, circle around to the mouth of the canyon, and back up Clear Creek.

Turn out everybody.

Jack, you'll take the Galena Valley neighborhood.