We'll look out for that." Weary smiled hearteningly.
"We want a good lawyer to draw up those mortgages," put in the Native Son lazily.

"And we'll pay eight per cent.

interest." "Doggonedest crazy bunch ever I struck," grumbled the Old Man with grateful insincerity.

"What you fellers don't think of, there ain't any use in mentioning.

Oh, Dell! Bring out that jug Blake sent me! Doggoned thirsty bunch out here--won't stir a foot till they sample that wine! Got to get rid of 'em somehow--they claim to be full uh business as a jack rabbit is of fleas! When yuh want to git out and round up them cows?
Wagon's over on Dry creek som'ers--or ought to be.