No man on earth would talk the way you've been talking to-day unless his whole digestive apparatus were out of order." Dirk spat angrily at a dead sage bush.

"They shore as hell wouldn't talk the kinda talk you've been talkie' unless they was a born fool or else huntin' trouble," he retorted venomously.
"The doctor said I'd be that way if I lived," Bud grinned, amiably, although his face had flushed at Dirk's tone.

"He said it wouldn't hurt me for work." "Yeah--and what kinda work ?" Dirk rode so close that his horse shouldered Bud's leg discomfortingly.

"I been edgin' yuh along to see what-f'r brand yuh carried.

And I've got ye now, you damned snoopin' kioty.