"I didn't find out much about 'em.

The fellow I licked told me that Whittaker and Oleson owned the sheep.

He didn't say--" "Well--by--golly!" Shin thrust his head forward belligerently.
"Whittaker! Well, what d'yuh think uh that!" He glared from one face to the other, his gaze at last resting upon Weary.

"Say, do yuh reckon it's--Dunk ?" Weary paid no heed to Slim.

He leaned forward, his face turned to Andy with that concentration of attention which means so much more than mere exclamation.