"There's Ol' Allus-Late!" grumbled George.
"I'll give him a hand," said Johnny, arising and going out. "It'll save you time."
"Don't strain yoreself on my account," replied George.
"Hello, Buffalo!" said Johnny, starting to unhitch. "I'll put these boys in th' shed an' you go eat. George is ready for you. You can feed 'em later. If you'll trust me, I'll do it for you; I watched you last time."
"Much obliged, sonny," smiled the old man. "Yo're right obligin', but I allus eat last. They've done good today, considerin' th' load, an' nothin's too good for 'em."
"Thought you came back light?"
"Got near a load of hides—can't you smell 'em?"
"I shore can; but I'm so slow witted they didn't mean anythin' to me. Green, too?" he suggested.
"Yep," replied the freighter. "Picked 'em up all along; but I won't get no more this trip. Th' Triangle won't have none—an' I ain't goin' to go out of my way to call at th' Bar H. Got enough, an' I'm goin' right through. I'm allus glad to git home."
"I bet you are," replied Johnny. "Ain't anythin' more I can do, is there?"