“Well, we do. But whar's your companyeros?”
“I'm alone.”
“Alone! Wagh! how do you get your animals along?”
“I go ahead, and they follow the horse.”
“Well, that beats all! That's a smart-looking hos now; and runs some, I'm thinking.”
“Well, it does.”
“Whar's them mules from? They look like Californy.”
“Mexican country—away down south.”
“H—! Whar's yourself from?”
“There away, too.”