He swung back and squinted over the bunch in the corral, weighing a delicate problem in his mind, to judge by the look of him.
"All right, boys.

We kain't afford to be hawgs, this trip.

Straddle your hosses and take 'em over to that far corner where we laid the fence down.
Remember what I said about keepin' to the rocky draws.

I'll wait here and turn these loose, and foller along and set up the fence after yuh.

And keep agoin'-- only don't swing over toward Baptista's place, mind.