They had those sheep up here on the hill just for a bait.

They knew we'd go straight up in the air and come down on those two freaks herding 'em, and that gave them the chance to cross the other bunch.

I thought so all along, but I didn't like to butt in." "Well Weary's mad enough now to do things that will leave a dent, anyway," Andy commented under his breath when, from the corral gate, he got a good look at Weary's profile, which showed the set of his mouth and chin.

"See that mouth?
It's hunt the top rail, and do it quick, when old Weary straightens out his lips like that." Behind them, Happy Jack bellowed for an open gate and no obstructions, and they drew hastily to one side to let the saddle horses gallop past with a great upflinging of dust.

Pink, with a quite obtrusive facetiousness, began lustily chanting that it looked to him like a big night to-night--with occasional, furtive glances at Weary's face; for he, also, had been quick to read those close-pressed lips, which did not soften in response to the ditty.