"To plug sand storms?
Anybody what we find on this God-forsaken lay-out won't have to be shot--they will commit suicide an' think it's fun! Tell yu what, if them rustlers hangs out on this sand range they're better men than I reckons they are.

Anybody what hides up here shore earns all he steals." Hopalong grumbled from force of habit and because no one else would.

His companions understood this and paid no attention to him, which increased his disgust.
"What are we up here for ?" He asked, belligerently.

"Why, because them Double Arrow idiots can't even watch a desert! We have to do their work for them an' they hangs around home an' gets slaughtered! Yes, sir!" he shouted, "they can't even take care of themselves when they're in line-houses what are forts.

Why, that time we cleaned out them an' th' C-80 over at Buckskin they couldn't help runnin' into singin' lead!" "Yes," drawled Red, whose recollection of that fight was vivid.