So we'll haze 'em through the fence again, and, seeing you feel that way about it, I'll let you go around and keep 'em going.

And, if you locate their camp, kinda impress it on the tender, if you can round him up, that the Flying U ain't pasturing sheep this spring.

No matter what kinda talk he puts up, you put the run on 'em till you see 'em across One-Man coulee.

Better have Patsy put you up a lunch--unless you're fond of mutton." Andy twisted his mouth disgustedly.

"Say, I'm going to quit handing out any valuable advice to you, Weary," he expostulated.
"Haw-haw-haw-w-w!" laughed Big Medicine, and slapped Andy on the shoulder so that his face almost came in contact with his plate.
"Yuh will try to work some innercent man into sheepherdin', will yuh?
Haw-haw-haw-w! You'll come in tonight blattin'-- if yuh don't stay out on the range tryin' t' eat grass, by cripes! Andy had a little lamb that follered him around--" "Better let Bud take that herdin' job, Weary," Andy suggested.