All th' rustlers would have to do if they were in th' Panhandle would be to cross th' Canadian an th' Cimarron an' hit th' trail for th' railroad.
Good fords, good grass an' water all th' way, cattle fat when they are delivered an plenty of room.

Th' more I thinks about it th' more I cottons to the Panhandle." "Well, it shore does sound good," replied Red, reflectively.
"Do yu mean th' Cunningham Lake region or farther north ?" "Just th' other side of this blasted desert: anywhere where there's water," responded Hopalong, enthusiastically.

"I've been doin' some hot reckonin' for th' last two hours an' this is th' way it looks to me: they drives th' cows up on this skillet for a ways, then turns east an' hits th' trail for home an' water.

They can get around th' ca on near Thatcher's Lake by a swing of th' north.

I tell yu that's th' only way out'n this.