We'll have to learn how.

We've the time and the dogs, all we need is the stuff in us." "I hope you fellars git some cougars, an' I believe you will.

Whatever you do, kill Old Tom." "We'll catch him alive.

We're not on a hunt to kill cougars," said Jones.
"What!" exclaimed Clarke, looking from Jones to us.

His rugged face wore a half-smile.
"Jones ropes cougars, an' ties them up," replied Frank.
"I'm -- -- if he'll ever rope Old Tom," burst out Clarke, ejecting a huge quid of tobacco.