"Unrope me an' give me th' trail! No tenderfoot can ride me!" Then he recognized his friend and grinned joyously: "Shore I will, but only one.

Jus' one more, jus' one more.

Yu see, m'friend, it was all Jimmy's fault.

He--" Red secured a chancery hold and dragged his wailing and remonstrating friend to Buck, who frowned with displeasure.
"This yere," said Red in belligerent disgust, "is th' dod-blasted hero what's a-goin' to save Hopalong from a mournful future.

What are we a-goin' to do ?" Buck slipped the Colt's from Billy's holster and yanked the erring one to his feet: "Fill him full of sweet oil, source him in th' trough, walk him around for awhile an' see what it does," he ordered.
Two hours later Billy walked up to his foreman and weakly asked what was wanted.