He was purty near as bad as Aristotle, though.

He roped a puma up on th' Sacramentos, an' didn't punch no more fer three weeks.

Well, here comes my pardner an' I reckons I'll amble right along.

If yu needs any referee or a side pardner in any ruction yu has only got to warble up my way.

So long." The next ten days passed quietly, and on the afternoon of the eleventh Hopalong's miner friend paid him a visit.
"Jake recommends yore peaches," he laughed as he shook Hopalong's hand.
"He says yu boosted another of that crowd.