"I want to get into a regular round-up of cattle some day." "This ain't no round-up, my boy.

If you go down into the hollow those cattle will be wuss frightened nor ever.

You just stay up here and watch things.

I'm going to get 'em out--or know the reason why," finished Sid Todd, and he walked away with Tom Yates, and presently the pair were joined by a third hand, the fellow who had said he thought one of the steers was crazy.
With nothing else to do, the three boys dismounted, tethered their steeds, and walked slowly and cautiously to the edge of the ravine.

The ground was very uneven, and treacherous holes were numerous.
"You would think there would be a lot of game around here," was Dave's comment.