"Look at them hands! Do yuh call that a josh?
I've been tied up like a bed-roll for five hours, you--" Well, never mind, he merely repeated a part of what he had recited aloud in Antelope coulee, the only difference being that he applied the vitriolic utterances to the Happy Family instead of to sheepherders, and that with the second recitation he gained much in fluency and dramatic delivery.
It is not nice for a man to swear; to swear the way Andy did, at any rate.

But the result perhaps atoned in a measure for the wickedness, in that the Happy Family were absolutely convinced of his sincerity, and the feelings of Andy greatly relieved, so that, when he had for the third time that day completely exhausted his vocabulary, he sat down and began to eat his dinner with a keen appetite.
"I don't suppose you know where your horse is at, by this tine," Weary observed, as casually as possible, breaking a somewhat constrained silence.
"I don't--and I don't give a darn," Andy snapped back.

He ate a few mouthfuls, and added less savagely: "He wasn't in sight, as I came along.

I didn't follow the trail; I struck straight across and came down the coulee.

He may be at the gate, and he may be down toward Rogers'." Pink reached for a toothpick, eyeing Andy side-long; dimpled his cheeks disarmingly, and cleared his throat.