"Lose your rope?" queried Wingle as Sundown limped up.
"Uhuh. And that ain't all. You ain't got a pair of pants that ain't working have you?"
Wingle smiled. "Pants? Think this here's a Jew clothin'-store?"
"Nope. But if she was a horsepital now—"
"Been visitin'?"
"Uhuh. I jest run over to see some friends of mine in a sheep-camp."
"Did, eh? And mebby you can tell me what you run over?"
"'Most everything out there," said Sundown, pointing to the mesa. "Say, you ain't got any of that plaster like they put on a guy's head when he gets hit with a brick?"
"Nope. But I got salt."
"And pepper," concluded Sundown with some sarcasm. "Mebby I do look like a barbecue."