He sure heard the birdies sing!" "The rest of you boys had just as well go on down to the shack," directed the sheriff.

"Creagan and Joe and me will take care of Foy till he's able to move or be moved, and bring him into camp.

You just lead up our three horses and an extra one for Foy--up as far as you can fetch 'em.

One of you can ride home behind someone.

Call down to the bunch under the cliff that we've got 'em, and for them to hike out to the ranch and take a nap.