You've got to snatch every minute, when it's possible, to conserve your strength.

You've already had more than the rest of us.
Jerk off your boots and lie down until I call you, even if you can't sleep.

Do as I say--I'm boss here." As the artist obeyed, the Ranger continued, "I wrote the Sheriff all I knew--and some things that I suspect.

It's that automobile that sticks in my mind--that and some other things.

The machine must have left Fairlands before you did, unless it came over through the Galena Valley, from some town on the railroad, up San Gorgonio Pass way--which isn't likely.