"It won't hurt him--he's blattin' already." "If you think you're liable to need somebody along," Weary began, soft-heartedly relenting, "why, I guess--" "If I can't handle two crazy sheepherders without any help, by gracious, I'll get me a job holdin' yarn in an old ladies' hone," Andy cut in hastily, and got up from the table.

"Being a truthful man, I can't say I'm stuck on the job; but I'm game for it.

And I'll promise you there won't be no more sheep of that brand lickin' our doorsteps.

What darned outfit is it, anyway?
I never bumped into any Dot sheep before, to my knowledge." "It's a new one on me," Weary testified, heading the procession down to the stable.

"If they belonged anywhere in this part of the country, though, they wouldn't be acting the way they are.