To think of our getting over all right, and selling out so easy, just as if they was our own cattle.

Won't there be a jolly row when it's all out, and the Momberah people miss their cattle ?' (more than half 'em was theirs).
'And when they muster they can't be off seein' they're some hundreds short.' 'That's what's botherin' me,' says father.

'I wish Starlight hadn't been so thundering flash with it all.

It'll draw more notice on us, and every one 'll be gassin' about this big sale, and all that, till people's set on to ask where the cattle come from, and what not.' 'I don't see as it makes any difference,' I said.

'Somebody was bound to buy 'em, and we'd have had to give the brands and receipts just the same.