in front of the best hotel.  Putting up their horses as quickly as
possible they made arrangements for sleeping quarters and then
hastened out to attend to business.  Buck had been kind to delegate
this mission to them and they would feel free to enjoy what pleasures
the town might afford.  While at that time the city was not what it is
now, nevertheless it was capable of satisfying what demands might be
made upon it by two very active and zealous cow-punchers.  Their first
experience began as they left the hotel. 

"Hey, you cow-wrastlers!" said a not unpleasant voice, and they turned
suspiciously as it continued: "You've shore got to hang up them guns
with the hotel clerk while you cavorts around on this range.  This is
/fence/ country." 

They regarded the speaker's smiling face and twinkling eyes and
laughed.  "Well, yo're the foreman if you owns that badge," grinned
Hopalong, cheerfully.  "We don't need no guns, nohow, in this town, we
don't.  Plumb forgot we was toting them.  But mebby you can tell us
where lawyer Jeremiah T.  Jones grazes in daylight?"