In three weeks, he could see a difference the Old Man, and the change hurt him.
Lines were deeper drawn, and the kind old eyes were a shade more sunken.
"What's that amount to ?" grumbled the Old Man, looking from one to the other under his graying eye brows.

"You can't stop them dry-farmers from taking the country.

Yuh might as well try to dip the Missouri dry with a bucket.

They'll flood the country with stock--" "No, they won't," put in Big Medicine, impatient for the real meat of their errand.

"By cripes, we got a scheme to beat that--you tell 'im, Weary." "We want to buy a bunch of cattle from you," Weary said obediently.