I was settin' outside, but I heerd.

A Mexican come down off the Rim ter-day an' he fetched the news." Here the lad looked furtively around, then whispered.

"An' thet greaser was sent by somebody.

I never heerd no more, but them sheepmen looked pretty plumb sour.

An' one of them, comin' out, give me a kick, darn him.