er's socks all darned up."

The Happy Family snickered appreciatively; this was more like the Andy
Green with whom they were accustomed to deal.

"What's daughter doin', about now?" asked Cal Emmett, fixing his round,
baby-blue stare upon Andy.

"Daughter? Why, daughter's leaning over the gate telling him she
wouldn't never LOOK at one of them wild cowboys--the idea! She's
heard all about 'em, and they're too rough and rude for HER. And she's
promising to write every day, and giving him a lock of hair to keep in
the back of his dollar watch. Pass the cane Juice, somebody."

"Yeah--all right for daughter. If she's a good looker we'll see if she
don't change her verdict about cowboys."

"Who will? You don't call yourself one, do yuh?" Pink flung at him
quickly.

"Well, that depends; I know I ain't any LADY broncho--hey, cut it out!"
This last because of half a biscuit aimed accurately at the middle of
his face. If you want to know why, search out the history of a
certain War Bonnet Roundup, wherein Pink rashly impersonated a lady
broncho-fighter.

"Wher'e they going to live when they git here?" asked Happy Jack,
reverting to the subject of dry farmers.

"Close enough so you can holler from here to their back door, my boy--if
they have their say about it," Andy assured him cheerfully. Andy felt
that he could afford to be facetious now that he had Chip and Weary on
his side.

"Aw, gwan! I betche there ain't a word of truth in all that scarey
talk," Happy Jack fleered heavily.

"Name your bet. I'll take it." Andy filled his mouth with hot biscuit
and stirred up the sugar in his coffee like a man who is occupied
chiefly with the joys of the table.

"Aw, you ain't going to git me that way agin," Happy Jack declared.
"They's some ketch to it."

"There sure is, Happy. The biggest ketch you ever seen in your life.
It's ketch the Flying U outfit and squeeze the life out of it;
that's the ketch." Andy's tone had in it no banter, but considerable
earnestness. For, though Chip would no doubt convince the boys that the
danger was very real, there was a small matter of personal pride to urge
Andy into trying to convince, them himself, without aid from Chip or any
one else.

"Well, by golly, I'd like to see anybody try that there scheme," blurted
Slim. "That's all--I'd just like to see 'em TRY it once!"

"Oh, you'll see it, all right--and you won't have to wait long, either.
Just set around on your haunches a couple o