"Why, he crawls aroun' an' hollers. So we roped him, then. But say—"
"Never mind."
"Well, I was—"
"Never mind. Did you—"
"Shore! I foun' the end o' the lariat tied to a tree."
"But did you—"
"Yes, I tole you! I foun' it tied. End just fits the broke end o' the lariat onto the saddle, when the hoss come back. Them hide ropes ain't no good."
"Never mind—"
"If ever they onct got rotten—"
"Never mind. Was that Greathouse's rope?"