He--" "I know it," Weary sighed.

"I'm kinda sorry, now, I slapped him.

He'll hit back--but he won't hit me; he'll aim at the outfit.

If the Old Man was here, or Chip, I'd feel a whole lot easier in my mind." "They couldn't do anything you can't do," Pink assured him loyally, forgetting his petulance when he saw the careworn look in Weary's face.

"All they can do is gobble all the range around here--and I guess there's a few of us that will have a word or two to say about that." "What makes me sore," Weary confided, "is knowing that Dunk isn't thinking altogether of the dollar end of it.