Cowboy Dave

Hi! Yi! Yip! Woo-o-o-o! Wah! Zut! Here we come! What was coming seemed to be a thunderous cloud of dust from the midst of which came strange shrill sounds punc-tuated with sharp cries that did not appear to be altogether human. The dust-cloud grew thicker the thunder sounded louder and the yells were shriller. From one of a group of dull red buildings a sun-bronzed man stepped forth. He shaded his eyes with a brown powerful hand gazed for an instant toward the approaching cloud of animated and vociferous dust and turning to a smiling Chinese who stood near with a pot in his hand remarked in a slow musical drawl: Well Hop Loy here they are rip-roarin' an' snortin' from th' round-up!