"Sheriff," he added, as the main body of the posse fell off down the hill--"and you, too, Barela--I don't just know what's going on here, but I'm stayin' with you to a fare-you-well.

You two seem to be bucking each other." No one answered.
"Sulky, hey?
Well, anyhow, call it off long enough to drive this Pringle thing away from here.

He ain't fittin' for no man to herd with." "I'm staying right with this man Foy till I get that reward," announced Pringle.

"Those are my superintentions.

Much I care what you think about me! There's other places besides this." Breslin raised his eye from Foy's face and regarded Pringle without heat--a steady, contemplative look, as of one who studies some strange and interesting animal.