Till somebody proves in court that we're not, there don't any shack, or any stock, stay on our side the line any longer than it takes to get them off.

There's the signs, folks--read 'em and take 'em to heart.

You can go home now.

The show's over." He lifted his hat to the women--and there were several now--and went away to join his fellows, who had ridden on slowly till he might overtake them.

He found Happy Jack grumbling and predicting evil, as it was his nature to do, but he merely straightened his aching back and laughed at the prophecies.
"As I told you before, there's more than one way to kill a cat," he asserted tritely but never the less impressively.