"I see there's quite a camp of 'em up on the hill.

Hope you've got good watchdogs--they're a thieving lot.

If they're a nuisance, Hart, I'll see what can be done about slapping 'em back on their reservation, where they belong.

I happen to have some influence with the agent." "I guess you needn't go to any trouble about it," Peaceful returned dryly.

"I've had worse neighbors." "Oh--if you're stuck on their company!" laughed Baumberger wheezily.
"'Every fellow to his taste, as the old woman said when she kissed her cow.' There may be good ones among the lot," he conceded politely when he saw that his time-worn joke had met with disfavor, even by the boys, who could--and usually did--laugh at almost anything.