"How's things ?" "Oh!" ejaculated the foreman, smiling, "purty cussed." "Anything flew ?" "Th' C-80 lost another herd last night." His companion swore and placed a bottle at the foreman's elbow, but the latter shook his head.

"Not this mornin'-- I'll try one of them vile cigars, however." "Them cigars are th' very best that--" began the proprietor, executing the order.
"Oh, heck!" exclaimed Buck with weary disgust.

"Yu don't have to palaver none: I shore knows all that by heart." "Them cigars--" repeated the proprietor.
"Yas, yas; them cigars--I know all about them cigars.

Yu gets them for twenty dollars a thousand an' hypnotizes us into payin' yu a hundred," replied the foreman, biting off the end 'of his weed.

Then he stared moodily and frowned.