Haw-haw! ...

An' 'pears to me he's not overlookin' our hosses.

Wal, that's natural for a rustler.

He'd have to steal a hoss or a steer before goin' into a fight or to dinner or to a funeral." "It 'll be his funeral if he goes to foolin' 'round them hosses," declared Guy Isbel, peering anxiously out of the door.
"Wal, son, shore it 'll be somebody's funeral," replied his father.
Jean paid but little heed to the conversation.

With sharp eyes fixed upon the horsemen, he tried to grasp at their intention.