Get _every_ one.
Understand?
And make it fast." In ten minutes they came to the office in a troop--rough men, smooth men, little and big, fat and thin, but good cattlemen, every one.
"Boys," said Drew, "a tenderfoot is coming to the ranch to-day.

I'm going to play a few jokes on him.

First of all, I want you to know that until the stranger leaves the house, Lawlor is going to take my place.
He is going to be Drew.

Understand ?" "Lawlor ?" broke out several of them, and turned in surprise to a big, cheerful man--grey, plump, with monstrous white whiskers.
"Because he looks a bit like me.

First, you'll have to crop those whiskers, Lawlor." He clutched at the threatened whiskers with both hands.
"Crop 'em?
Chief, you ain't maybe runnin' me a bit ?" "Not a bit," said Drew, smiling faintly.