That Bar Cross outfit is too damn inquisitive.

The night herders would see it; they'd smell trouble; and like as not the whole bilin' of 'em would come pryin' down here by daylight.

Guess they haven't heard about Foy or they'd be here now.
They're strong for Foy.

Come on, you waddies!" Mr.Pringle-With-the-Punch, squeezed, cramped, and muddy under the trough, heard this supperless plan with displeasure; his hope had been otherwise.

He heard the sound of hurried mounting; from the thunder of galloping hoofs it would seem that a goodly number of the posse had come up to the specifications laid down by the old ranger.
The others clanked away, leaving their horses standing.