The whole indolent nonchalance of the man vanished in an instant.
"Wal, Miss Jorth, I reckon you mean we're a bad lot of sheepmen ?" he queried, in the cool, easy speech of a Texan.
"No," flashed Ellen.

"Shore I don't say sheepmen.

I say y'u're a BAD LOT." "Oh, the hell you say!" Daggs spoke as he might have spoken to a man; then turning swiftly on his heel he left her.

Outside he encountered Ellen's father.

She heard Daggs speak: "Lee, your little wildcat is shore heah.