"What agreement?"
"I didn't come down here to tell you what you know," Buck replied, slowly. "I came to tell you to keep yore Greasers an' yore cows on yore own side, that's whatever."
"How do you know my cows are over there?"
"How do I know th' sun is shining?"
"What do you want me to do?" Meeker asked, leaning against the house and grinning.
"Hold yore herds where they belong. Of course some are shore to stray over, but strays don't count—I ain't talkin' about them."
"Well, I've punched a lot of cows in my day," replied Meeker, "an' over a lot of range, but I never seen no boundary lines afore. An' nobody ever told me to keep on one range, if they knowed me. I've run up against a wire fence or two in th' last few years, but they didn't last long when I hit 'em."
"If you want to know what a boundary line looks like I can show you. There's a plain trail along it where my men have rode for years."
"So you say; but I've got to have water."
"You've got it; twenty miles of river. An' if you'll put down a well or two th' Jumping Bear won't go dry."