If you knowed the country and the work as well as I do you'd know they've got to have horses and help.

And there's their claims--fellers squatting down on every eighty--four different nesters fer every doggoned one of the bunch to handle! And you tell me I got to set here and not lift a hand.

You tell me I can't put men to work on that fence they want built.
You tell me I can't lend 'em so much as a horse!" Blake nodded.

"I tell you that, and I emphasize it," he assured the other, brushing off another half inch of ash from his cigar.

"If you want to help those boys hold their land, you must not move a finger." "He's wiggling all of 'em!" accused the Kid sternly, and pointed to the Old Man drumming irritatedly upon his chair arms.