That's six, an' Billy is seven.

They's five more," he replied.
"How'd yu know ?" queried Johnny as he filled his flask at the horse trough.
"Because they's twelve cayuses behind the hotel.

That's why." "They might git away on 'em," suggested the practical Johnny.
"Can't.

They's all cashed in." "Yu said that they's five left," ejaculated the puzzled water carrier.
"Yah; yore a smart cuss, ain't yu ?" Johnny grinned and then said, "Got any smokin' ?" Hopalong looked grieved.

"I ain't no store.