I popped my foot in the stirrup and gave a little yell, The tail cattle broke and the leaders went to hell. I don't give a damn if they never do stop; I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock. Foot in the stirrup and hand on the horn, Best damned cowboy ever was born. I herded and I hollered and I done very well Till the boss said, 'Boys, just let 'em go to hell.' Stray in the herd and the boss said kill it, So I shot him in the rump with the handle of the skillet. We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars, And that was the last of the old Two Bars. Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day,-- I'd as soon be a-eatin' prairie hay. I'm on my best horse and I'm goin' at a run, I'm the quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun. I went to the wagon to get my roll, To come back to Texas, dad-burn my soul. I went to the boss to draw my roll, He had it figgered out I was nine dollars in the hole. I'll sell my outfit just as soon as I can, I won't punch cattle for no damned man. Goin' back to town to draw my money, Goin' back home to see my honey. With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky, I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by. Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya." As the last words of the chorus died away both men started at the sound of the girl's voice. "Whenever you can spare the time you will find your supper ready," she announced, coldly, and without waiting for a reply, turned toward the camp. Endicott looked at Tex, and Tex looked at Endicott. "Seems like you done raised hell again, Win. Standin' around listenin' to ribald songs, like you done, ain't helped our case none. Well, we better go eat it before she throws it away. Come on, Bat, you're included in the general gloom. Your face looks like a last year's circus bill, Win, with them patches of paper hangin' to it. Maybe that's what riled her. If I thought it was I'd yank 'em off an' let them cuts bleed no matter how bad they stung, just to show her my heart's in the right place. But that might not suit, neither, so there you are." Alice sat well back from the fire as the three men poured their coffee and helped themselves to the food. "Ain't you goin' to join us in this here repast?" asked Tex, with a smile. "I have eaten, thank you." "You're welcome--like eight dollars change for a five-spot." In vain Endicott signalled the cowboy to keep silent. "Shove over, Win, you're proddin' me in the ribs with your elbow! Ain't Choteau County big enough to eat in without crowdin'? 'Tain't as big as Tom Green County, at that, no more'n Montana is as big as Texas--nor as good, either; not but what the rest of the United States has got somethin' to be said in its favour, though. But comparisons are ordorous, as the Dutchman said about the cheese. Come on, Win, me an' you'll just wash up these dishes so Bat can pack 'em while we saddle up."