'F you send me down there to come haulin' that there burro back up here so's the camery kin watch me sweat 'n' puff my danged daylights out--before I git a drink uh water, I'll murder ye in cold blood, now I'm tellin' ye!" "You go on down there and shut up!" Luck yelled inexorably.

"You can drink a barrel when I'm through with this scene--and not before.

Get that?
My Lord! If you can't lead a burro a hundred yards without setting down and fanning yourself to sleep, you must be losing your grip for fair.

I'll stake you to a rocking-chair and let you do old grandpa parts, if you aren't able to--" "Dang you, Luck, if you wasn't such a little runt I'd come up there and jest about lick the pants off you! Talk that way to ME, will ye?
I'll have ye know I kin lead burros with you or any other dang man, heat er no heat Ef yuh ain't got no more heart'n to AST it of me, I'll haul this here burro up 'n' down this dang gulch till there ain't nothin' left of 'im but the lead-rope, and the rocks is all wore down to cobble-stone! Ole grandpa parts, hey?
You'll swaller them words when I git to ye, young feller--and you'll swaller 'em mighty dang quick, now I'm tellin' ye!" He went off down the gulch to the sand bank.

The Happy Family, sprawled at ease in the shade, took cigarettes from their lips that they might chortle their amusement at the two.