The night, as will be remembered, was mild, and they did not need their blankets to make them comfortable.
"Wal," was the smiling remark of Grizzly, as he began refilling his pipe, "my leg didn't deceive me this time." "No, I'll own up it played square; but, Grizzly, if we've got to fight the red varmints as well as rustlers, there will be some lively fun in Wyoming and Montana before the thing is over." "The Injins won't take a hand in this.

You know who them two thieves were, don't you ?" "A couple of 'dog Injins,' of course." "There isn't anybody else that's got anything to do with this; it's sort of queer--that is, it has struck me so two or three times--that the Injins have tramps among 'em the same as white folks.

They call 'em 'dog Injins,' I s'pose, 'cause they don't claim any particular tribe, but tramp back and forth over the country, slipping off their reservations whenever they get a chance." "Yes, there are plenty of 'em," assented Budd; "we've met 'em before; you'll find 'em as far north as the Saskatchewan and as low down as the Rio Grande.

But I say, Grizzly, they were two slick ones; I never seen finer work." "Nor me either; if they had been satisfied with taking our hosses we'd never seen 'em agin.

Gracious!" added the rancher, "for myself, I'd rather lost half the herd than Cap." "It seems to me," said Budd, after smoking a moment in silence, "that although them 'dog Injins' was pretty smart in getting out of the way when we come down on 'em, they weren't smart in trying to run off the cattle.