"Maybe Andy'll feel able to help you set those posts, Bud--and you'd better go along the upper end of the little pasture with the wire stretchers and tighten her up; the top wire is pretty loose, I noticed this morning." His fingers fumbled with the door-knob.
"Want me to do anything ?" Pink asked quizzically just behind him.

"I thought sure we'd go and remonstrate with then gay--" Weary interrupted him.

"The herders can wait--and, anyway, I've kinda got an idea Andy wants to hand out his own brand of poison to that bunch.

You and I will take a ride over to Denson's and see what's going on over there.

Mamma!" he added fervently, under his breath, "I sure do wish Chip and the Old Man were here!".