"You're goin' out on the range with me, Sloper, hear that?" gritted Chunky, as he faced the other defiantly. "You heard the rancher's wife give her orders; and, also, the fact that she says as how we are all to look to this young chap as her representative; likewise that I'm to advise him, seein' as how he ain't well up in range ways. I've selected _you_ to be in my party. I want you for a good many reasons, one o' which are that you ain't got anything on me when it comes to roundin' up longhorns. So make up your mind you're agoin' out and help git that prize herd in from the Washout Coulie."