"So it was up t' Lem Fisher, th' foreman, an' him an' 'bout seven punchers, includin' me, got th' job.

'Course, we had some idea of where them steers was goin', an' what brands was goin' over ours, but we was wantin' somethin' pos'tive before we c'd get busy.
"I started talkin' 'bout braided linen ropes, not 'bout cattle thieves, so they's no use tellin' you of all th' figurin', an' trailin', an' hard ridin' we did.

You know old Mr.Shakespeare sez that levity's th' soul o' wit." "Brevity," corrected Whitey.
"What's the difference ?" demanded Shorty.

"Buck don't know what either o' them words means." "Neither do you," retorted Buck.
"Anyway, they ain't got nothin' t' do with braided linen ropes.

G'wan," commanded Bill.
"Well," resumed Buck, "one noon, in th' foothills, we come on what we was after, an' we did some stalkin' t' do it.