Shtinkin' off sheeps py our noses all der time, till I can't eat no more mit der shmell of dem.

Neffer pefore did I see vool on der Flying U fences, py cosh, und sheeps baa-aain' in der coulee!" Never had they seen Patsy take so to heart a matter of mere business importance.

They did not say much to him; there was not much that they could say.

They ate their fill and went out disconsolately to discuss the thing among themselves, away from Patsy's throaty complainings.

They hated it as badly as did he; with Weary's urgent plea for no violence holding them in leash, they hated it more, if that were possible.
The Native Son tilted his head unobtrusively stableward when he caught Andy's eye, and as unobtrusively wandered away from the group.