Pringle caught scraps of talk as they watered their horses.
"Clean getaway!" "One bad actor, that _hombre_!" "Regular Go-Getter!" "Batting average about thirteen hundred, I should figger." "Life-size he-man! Where do you suppose----" "Saw a lad make just such another break once in Van Zandt County----" "Say! Who're you crowdin' ?" "Hi, fellers! Bill's giving some more history of the state of Van Zandt!" "Applegate's pretty bad hurt." "-- --in a gopher hole and near broke my fool neck." "Where'd this old geezer come from, anyway?
Never heard of him before!" "'Tain't fair, just when we was all crowdin' up for supper! He might have waited." "This will be merry hell and repeat if he hooks up with Foy," said Creagan's voice, adding a vivid description of Pringle.
Old Nueces answered, raising his voice: "He's afoot.

We got to beat him to it.

Let's ride!" "That's right," said the sheriff.

"But we'll grab something to eat first.

Saddle up, Hargis, and lead us to your little old cave.
Robbins, while we snatch a bite you bunch what canteens we've got and fill 'em up.