"And, when you get a good start in that direction," he added, "yuh better keep right on going." The herder surveyed him morosely, but he said nothing; neither did he rise from the rock to obey the command.

The dogs sat upon their haunches and perked their ears inquiringly, as if they understood better than did their master that these men were not to be quite overlooked.
"I meant to-day," Weary hinted, with the manner of one who deliberately holds his voice quiet.
"I never asked yuh what yuh meant," the herder mumbled, scowling.

"We got to keep 'em on water another hour, yet." He went back to turning over the small rocks and to pursuing with his stick the bugs, as if the whole subject were squeezed dry of interest.
For a minute Weary stared unwinkingly down at him, uncertain whether to resent this as pure insolence, or to condone it as imbecility.

"Mamma!" he breathed eloquently, and grinned at Andy and Pink.

"This is a real talkative cuss, and obliging, too.