Maybe he'll give you a nickel to buy candy with, if you do it good." Before he faced to the front again his harsh glance swept the faces of his companions.
They were grinning, every man of them, and he knew why.

To see him lose his temper was something of an event with the Happy Family, who used sometimes to fix the date of an incident by saying, "It was right after that time Weary got mad, a year ago last fall," or something of the sort.

He grinned himself, shamefacedly, and told them that they were a bunch of no-account cusses, anyway, and he'd just about as soon herd sheep himself as to have to run with such an outfit; which swept his anger from him and left him his usual self, with but the addition of a purpose from which nothing could stay him.

He was going to settle the sheep question, and he was going to settle it that day.
Only one injunction did he lay upon the Happy Family.

"You fellows don't want to get excited and go to shooting," he warned, while they were still out of hearing of the herders.