The big town round up

"I like yore outfit," Red Hollister grumbled. "You're nice boys, and good to yore mothers-what few of you ain't wore their gray hairs to the grave with yore frolicsome ways. You know yore business and you got a good cook. But I'm darned if I like this thing of two meals a day, one at a quarter to twelve at night and the other a quarter past twelve, also and likewise at night."