Shortly after leaving the last-named ranch Buck turned to Frenchy and asked, "Any of that outfit think they can play poker ?" "Shore.

Waffles." "Does th' reverend Mr.Waffles think so very hard ?" "He shore does." "Do th' rest of them mavericks think so too ?" "They'd bet their shirts on him." At this juncture all were startled by a sudden eruption from Billy.
"Haw! Haw! Haw!" he roared as the drift of Buck's intentions struck him.
"Haw! Haw! Haw!" "Here, yu long-winded coyote," yelled Red, banging him over the head with his quirt, "If yu don't 'Haw! Haw!' away from my ear I'll make it a Wow! Wow! What d'yu mean?
Think I am a echo cliff?
Yu slabsided doodle-bug, yu!" "G'way, yu crimson topknot, think my head's a hunk of quartz?
Fer a plugged peso I'd strew yu all over th' scenery!" shouted Billy, feigning anger and rubbing his head.
"There ain't no scenery around here," interposed Lanky.

"This here be-utiful prospect is a sublime conception of th' devil." "Easy, boy! Them highfalutin' words'il give yu a cramp some day.

Yu talk like a newly-made sergeant," remarked Skinny.
"He learned them words from the sky-pilot over at El Paso," volunteered Hopalong, winking at Red.

"He used to amble down th' aisle afore the lights was lit so's he could get a front seat.