"Would a bunch of natives have stood around like that with their hands in their pockets and let us get away with the moving job?
Not so you could notice!" "What we'd better do," cut in the Native Son without any misleading drawl, "is try and rustle enough money to build that fence." "That's right," assented Cal.

"Maybe the Old Man--" "We don't go to the Old Man for so much as a bacon rind!" cried the Native Son impatiently.

"Get it into your systems, boys, that we've got to ride away around the Flying U.We ought to be able to build that fence, all right, without help from anybody.

Till we do we've got to hang and rattle, and keep that nester stock from getting past us.

I'll stand guard till midnight." A little more talk, and some bickering with Slim and Happy Jack, the two chronic kickers, served to knock together a fair working organization.
Weary and Andy Green were informally chosen joint leaders, because Weary could be depended upon to furnish the mental ballast for Andy's imagination.