"Any particular place ?" "Well, you know where to put them cayuses as well as I do," Applehead mumbled, with his mouth full of cake.

"I don't care what yuh do around the danged place.

Go along and don't bother me, boy; I'm busy." "Didn't I tell you how it would be ?" Luck reminded Andy and Weary when they were outside.

"That old boy is tickled to death to have us here.

He sure is a type, too.