I need that bunch of desperadoes.

Let's look over by the corrals.

I've got to go over and see what kind of a street set they're knocking together, anyway.
"Hello! I have sure-enough crying need for all you strays," he exclaimed five minutes later, when they came upon the Flying TJ boys standing disconsolately at the head of the street "set" upon which carpenters were hammering and sawing and painters were daubing.

Luck's eyes chilled as he took in the stereotyped "Western" crudeness of the set.
"Well, we sure need you--and need you bad," Pink retorted.

"We want to know what town was peeled so they could set the rind up like that and call it a street?
Between you and me, Luck, it don't look good to me, back or front.