"Blud, you sure ask fool questions....

Why, you--mahogany-colored, stump-legged, biped of a cowpuncher, I've had three hours' sleep in four nights!" "What's a biped ?" asked Bludsoe, dubiously.
Nobody enlightened him.
"Wils, you-all air the only eddicated cowman I ever loved, but I'm a son-of-a-gun if we ain't agoin' to come to blows some day," declared Bludsoe.
"He shore can sling English," drawled Lem Billings.

"I reckon he swallowed a dictionary onct." "Wal, he can sling a rope, too, an' thet evens up," added Jim Montana.
Just at this moment Jack Belllounds appeared upon the scene.

The cowboys took no notice of him.

Jim was bandaging a leg of his horse; Bludsoe was wearily gathering up his saddle and trappings; Lem was giving his tired mustang a parting slap that meant much.