"Glad to meet you, Blackburn.

This seems like old times--before the railroad went through; when old Luke Lawler used to jam 'em to Red Rock--sometimes--when he didn't pick up too many strays on the way." He laughed as though pleased over the recollection.
"Got this stock vented, Blackburn ?" "Nary a vent, Antrim; the inspector wasn't feelin' in the humor." "Ha!" exclaimed Antrim; "so you didn't get no vent.

Well, we're aimin' to look through your herd.

We've been missin' cattle all summer--from my ranch, the Circle Bar.

About three thousand head.