"The whole blamed coulee's full uh sheep.

I woke up a while ago and thought I just imagined I heard 'en again; so I went out to take a look--or a smell, it was--and they're sure enough there!" Weary swung one long leg out from under his blankets and reached for his clothes.

He did not say anything, but his face portended trouble for the invaders.
"Say!" cried Big Medicine, coming out of his bunk as if it were afire, "I tell yuh right now then blattin' human apes wouldn't git gay around here if I was runnin' this outfit.

The way I'd have of puttin' them sheep on the run wouldn't be slow, by cripes! I'll guarantee--" By then the bunk-house was buzzing with voices, and there was none to give heed to Big Medicine s blatant boasting.

Others there were who seemed rather inclined to give Weary good advice while they pulled on their boots and sought for their gloves and rolled early-morning cigarettes, and otherwise prepared themselves for what Fate might have waiting for then outside the door.
"Are you sure they're in the coulee, Cadwalloper ?" Weary asked, during a brief lull.