I'm doctoring it.

I always get hoarse when I catch a little cold--Sure, everything's all right.

I'm going to ride fence to-morrow--That so?
It blowed to beat the cars, down here all night--Why, they're lookin' fine--No, ain't saw a soul.

I guess they know better than to bother our stock--All right, Mr.Selmer, I will--and say! I might be late in getting in to-morrow, but everything's fine as silk--All right--G' bye!" He hung up the receiver before he started to laugh, but once he did start, he laughed all the time he was re-tying the door in the same kind of knot Johnny had used, and all the while he was returning to the corral.
"Fell for it, all right.

Nothing can beat having a cold right handy," he chuckled when he had turned out the stock, whistled for the sentinel, and mounted his horse.