"Saunders? Our man Saunders?"
"Uhuh. Me and him ain't friends exactly. I figure he's rode down to tell the Tenlow man that I'm up here."
"You are sure?"
"Yes, Miss. I don't make no mistakes about him."
"Then one of our men has gone to get the deputy to arrest you, and you are our guest."
"Thanks, Miss, for sayin' that. It's worth gettin' pinched to be your guest."
"I did intend to ride down for the mail. Boyar needs exercising."
"So does the Guzzuh, Miss. It's queer how she acts when she ain't been worked every day."
"I don't believe Anne would care to come, in the machine. I'll ask her." And Louise stepped to the living-room.
Collie, who had been watching anxiously from the corrals, came across the yard to the veranda. He was dressed for riding, and he had a gun on his hip. Overland scowled. "You little idiot," he said, "when your Uncle Jack's brains get ossified, just give the sad news to the press. You're jest itchin' to get in a muss and get plugged. I ain't. I figure to ride down the Moonstone Trail, steerin' the Guzzuh with one hand and smellin' a bunch of roses in the other. Watch my smoke. Now, beat it!"