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Thin up they hops an ' immigrates . Me an ' old Shoestring we busted out after 'em , an ' as we tore along I glimpsed a bunch of hairy , wobbly-legged monsters a-follerin ' us , a-groanin ' an ' a-gurglin ' like a lot of hobgoblins from hell , ' sez I. '' ` Git out ' sez Jim ; `` twas aslape ye were , ye an ' old Shoestring both , an ' he had a bad dream an ' bucked ye off into a cholla ' . '' ` Not on yer life , ' sez I , mad enough to fight a grizzly between the grin on his face an ' the stingin ' of the cactus barbs in me back . `` The boys managed to get the horses rounded up , an ' all the steers together by noon , but too late to move camp that day . That afternoon Jim sez , ` Git yer gun , Pat , an ' come wid me . ' So I saddles up me pony , slips me Winchester into me scabbard , an ' him an ' me rides off from camp . '' ` What 's up ? '