And then I took a notion I'd hunt you up and give you some good advice.

You're a good fellow, Ches, but the court ought to appoint a guardian for you." "I'll stick around for three or four weeks," Mason observed, in the casual tone of one who is merely discussing the details of an everyday affair, "till the calves are all gathered.

We're a little late this year, on account of old Slow dying right in round-up time.

We got most of the beef shipped--all I care about gathering, this fall.

I've got most all young stock, and it won't hurt to let 'em run another season; there ain't many.