"You got any homestead or desert rights you ain't used ?" "Py cosh, I got all der rights dere iss," Patsy returned querulously.
"I got more rights as you shmartys.

I got soldier's rights mit fightin'.
Und py cosh, I use him too if dem fellers coom by us mit der dry farms alreatty!" "Well, you son-of-a-gun!" Andy smote him elatedly upon a fat shoulder.
"What do you know about old Patsy for a dead game sport?
By gracious, that makes another three hundred and twenty to the good.

Gee, it's lucky this bunch has gone along turning up their noses at nesters and thinkin' they couldn't be real punchers and hold down claims too.

If any of us had had sense enough to grab a piece of land and settle down to raise families, we'd be right up against it now.

We'd have to set back and watch a bunch of down-east rubes light down on us like flies on spilt molasses, and we couldn't do a thing." "As it is, we'll all turn nesters for the good of the cause!" finished Pink somewhat cynically, getting up and following Cal and Slim to the door.
"Aw, I betche they's some ketch to it!" gloomed Happy Jack.