Then he noticed the cigar between the teeth of his foreman and grinned: "Gee, but yore a brave man, Buck." "Hullo, Hopalong," said the foreman.

"Want a smoke ?" Waving his hand toward the box on the bar.
Mr.Hopalong Cassidy side-stepped and began to roll a cigarette: "Shore, but I'll burn my own--I know what it is." "What was yu doin' to my cayuse afore yu come in ?" Asked Buck.
"Nothin'," replied the newcomer.

"That was mine what I kicked in th' corrugations." "How is it yore ridin' the calico ?" Asked the foreman.

"I thought yu was dead stuck on that piebald." "That piebald's a goat; he's beein livin' off my pants lately," responded Hopalong.

"Every time I looks th' other way he ambles over and takes a bite at me.