My folks have got an eighty-acre farm in Wisconsin," he confessed unexpectedly, "and I think a pile of 'em.

But if they was to come out here, trying to horn in on our range, I'd lead 'em gently to the railroad, by cripes, and tell 'em goodbye so's't they'd know I meant it! Can't yuh see the difference ?" he bawled, goggling at Pink with misleading savageness in his ugly face.
"Oh, I see," Pink admitted mildly.

"I only just wanted to remind you fellows that I don't mean anything personal and I don't want you to.
Say, what about One Man Coulee ?" he asked suddenly.

"That's marked vacant on the map.

I always thought--" "Sure, you did!" Chip grinned at him wisely, "because we used it for a line camp, you thought we owned a deed to it.