"I was sure I c'd lick yuh, or I'd 'a' turned 'em before." He sent the dog racing down the south line of the band.
Andy got thoughtfully back upon his horse, and sat looking hard at the herder.

"Say, you're grade above the general run uh lamb-hickers," he observed, after a minute.

"Who are you working for, and what's your object in throwing sheep on Flying U land?
There's plenty of range to the north." "I'm workin'," said the herder, "for the Dot outfit.

I thought you could read brands." "Don't get sassy--I've got a punch or two I haven't used yet.

Who owns these woollies ?" "Well--Whittaker and Oleson, if yuh want to know." "I do." Andy was keeping pace with him around the band, which edged off from then and the dogs.