"Come here! What d'yu mean, acting thataway?
Yu ragged end of nothin' wobbling in space! Yu wall-eyed, ornery, locoed guide to Hades! Yu won't be so frisky when yu've made them seventy hot miles between here an' Alkaline in five hours," he promised, as he made his way toward the animal.
Mr.Travennes walked over to the opposite wall and took down a pouch of tobacco which hung from a peg.

He did this in a manner suggesting ownership, and after he had deftly rolled a cigarette with one hand he put the pouch in his pocket and, lighting up, inhaled deeply and with much satisfaction.

Mr.Cassidy turned around and glanced the group over, wondering if the tobacco had been left in the hut on a former call.
"Did yu find yore makings ?" He asked, with a note of congratulations in his voice.
"Yep.

Want one ?" Asked Mr.Travennes.
Mr.Cassidy ignored the offer and turned to the guard whom he had found asleep.
"Is that his tobacco ?" He asked, and the guard, anxious to make everything run smoothly, told the truth and answered: "Shore.

He left it here last night," whereupon Mr.Travennes swore and Mr.Cassidy smiled grimly.
"Then yu knows how yore cayuse got in an' how mine got out," said the latter.