"Good afternoon, gentlemen; ride your horses right into the corral, and the boys'll take the saddles off." "Where is Williams ?" asked Delmar as he slid from his horse.
"Gone to town; anything I can do for you?
I'm his boss." "You tell Mr.Williams," said Delmar, with menacing calm, "I came to tell him that a drove of horses belonging partly to you and partly to Hartley, of The Horseshoe, were stampeded through my sheep yesterday, killing over two hundred of them." Conrad replied softly: "I know, I know! I just heard of it.

Too bad! but you understand how it is.

Herds get going that way, and you can't stop 'em nor head 'em off." "Your men didn't try to head 'em off." "How about that, boys ?" inquired Conrad, turning to the younger men.
A long, freckled, grinning ape stepped forward.
"Well, it was this way: we was a-tryin' to head the herd off, and we didn't see the sheep till we was right into 'em----" "That's a lie!" said Mose.

"You drove the horses right down the valley into the sheep.

I saw you do it." "You call me a liar and I'll blow your heart out," shouted the cowboy, dropping his hand to his revolver.
"Halt!" said Delmar.