He sure was a white boy, if ever there was one, and--ahem!" "I'd give a thousand dollars, hard coin, to get my hands on them Wagners.

It would uh been all off with them, sure, if the boys had run acrost 'em.

I'd uh let 'em stay out and hunt a while longer, only old Lauman'll get 'em, all right, and we're late as it is with the calf roundup.

Lauman'll run 'em down--and by the Lord! I'll hire Bowman myself and ship him out from Helena to help prosecute 'em.

They're dead men if he takes the case against 'em, Bud, and I'll get him, sure--and to hell with the cost of it! They'll swing for what they done to you and Bob, if it takes every hoof I own." Thurston told him he hoped they would be caught and--yes, hanged; though he had never before advocated capital punishment.
But when he thought of Bob, the care-naught, whole-souled fellow.
He tried not to think of him, for thinking unmanned him.