We want to give mortgages, with the stock for security." "Oh, yuh do, ay?
What if I have to foreclose on yuh ?" The pucker of his lips grew more pronounced.

"Where do you git off at, then ?" "Well, we kinda thought we could fix it up to save part of the increase outa the wreck, anyway." "Oh.

That's it ay ?" He studied them another minute.

"You'll want all my best cows, too, I reckon--all that grade stock I shipped in last spring.
Ay ?" "We wouldn't mind," grinned Weary, glancing at the others roosting at ease along the edge of the porch.
"Think you could handle five-hundred head--the pick uh the bunch ?" "Sure, we could! We'd rather split 'em up amongst us, though--let every fellow buy so many.

We can throw in together on the herding." "Think you can keep the milk-cows between you and Dry Lake, ay ?" The Old Man chuckled--the first little chuckle since the Happy Family left him so unceremoniously three weeks before.