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Holy Smoke rode in ahead with orders from Bully Bill for all hands finished riding to fall to and help at the branding and the dehorning. To each man was assigned some especial post or task, and Ho was in his element as he shouted his orders to the men, "showing off" in great form. His left eye had flattened in a broad wink to the veterinary surgeon, as he paused by Cheerio, turned now from the Squeezegate and trying to recapture the enthusiasm that had animated him before he had noted that platform.
"Hey you there! Bull ses yer to give a hand to the Doc, and there ain't no time neither for mannicarring your nails before fallin' to. This ain't no weddin' march, take it from me. We ain't had no roundup for fun. We're here to brand and dehorn, d' you get me?"