How's she making out?
Full of fight and hope to the last, I'll bet." "They had me under herd; but she was wishing for the Bar Cross buddies to butt in, I believe.

Reckon your sheriff-man guessed it.

He had her under guard, too." "Nice man, the sheriff! How'd you get away from your herder ?" "He don't just remember," said Pringle.
"Who was it ?" "Applegate.

Dreadful absent-minded, Applegate is.

Ouch! There went my other shin.