"Ridin' glassy-eyed right _at_ a feller! If my hawse had been a mite shorter, I expect you'd of rode right on over me and never of saw me.

What's bitin' yuh, Johnny ?" "Me?
Nothing!" No daydreamer likes being pulled out of his dream by so ugly a reality as Pete, and Johnny was petulant.

"Why didn't you get outa the way, then?
You saw me coming, didn't you ?" "Me?
Sure! I ain't _loco_.

I seen yuh five mile back, about.

I knowed it was somebody from the ranch.