He did not believe, when all was said and done, that the Flying U boys would be so terribly eager to repeat the performance.
He did believe--or he made himself think he believed--that the only sensible thing to do right then was to take the boys and go out and start a roundup of his own.

It wouldn't take long--his cattle weren't so badly scattered this year.
"Where's Andy at ?" he asked Pink, who happened to be leaning boredly over the gate when he rode up to the corral.

Andy Green, having been left in nominal charge of the outfit when Luck left, must be consulted, Applehead supposed.
"Andy?
I dunno.

He saddled up and rode off somewhere, a while ago," Pink answered glumly.

"That's more than he'll let any of us fellows do; the way he's close-herding us makes me tired! Any news ?" "Ain't ary word from Luck--no word of NO kind.