"Yes," he roared, usin' a lot o' high-power words 'at ain't needful in repetin', "take your blame junk an' get out o' here." I nodded to the bar mop. "Shall I get 'em, Frenchy?" sez he. "Yes, for heaven's sake, get 'em," sez the snarley one, while some o' the boys snickered, but not too noticeable. Well, they was my saddle an' bridle all right, an' I thanked the bar mop an' flung 'em in a corner.