"Didn't see the Littlest Girl ?" he asked.

McKinney shook his head.
"Well, I guess I'll be gettin' up to see about my wagon before long," said Tom Osby, rising and knocking his pipe upon his boot-heel.

"I've got a few cans of stuff up here in my load that I don't really need.
In the mornin', you know--well, so long, boys." "I heard that Jim Peterson killed a deer the other day," suggested Dan Anderson.

"I believe I'll just step over and see if I can't get a quarter of venison for those folks." "Shore," said McKinney, "I'll go along.

No, I won't; I'll take a _pasear_ acrost the street and have a look at a little stuff I brung up from the ranch yesterday." "No Christmas," said Curly, staring ahead of himself into the tobacco smoke, and indulging in a rare soliloquy.