It's funny.

Why, dad, you're the laughing-stock of the range!' "Yes, an' the range'll be thankin' me when I rid it of all these varmints," declared Belllounds.

"Lass, I swore I'd buy every dog fetched to me, until I had enough to kill off the coyotes an' lofers an' lions.
I'll do it, too.

But I need a hunter." "Why not put Wilson Moore in charge of the hounds?
He's a hunter." "Wal, lass, thet might be a good idee," replied the rancher, nodding his grizzled head.

"Say, you're sort of wantin' me to keep Wils on." "Yes, dad." "Why?
Do you like him so much ?" "I like him--of course.