Yu pass th' word along to yore friends, an' tell them to lay low an' see th' Arory Boerallis hit this town with its tail up.

Tell Jimmy to do it up good when he speaks about me holdin' th' claim--I likes to see Buck an' Red fight when they're good an' mad." The miner laughed and slapped Hopalong on the shoulder.

"Yore all right, youngster! Yore just like Buck was at yore age.

Say now, I reckons he wasn't a reg'lar terror on wheels! Why, I've seen him do more foolish things than any man I knows of, an' I calculate that if Buck pals with yu there ain't no water in yore sand.

My name's Tom Halloway," he suggested.
"An' mine's Hopalong Cassidy," was the reply.