they branded, and when did they need 

 it? My ignorance was hopeless and 

 pathetic, and those to whom I applied 

 were all too familiar with the process 

 to be able to describe it. I might as 

 well have asked for a full description or 

 how a man ate his dinner. 



" Will you take me to the round- 

 up to-morrow?" I asked of the 'WB' 

 boss. 



" Well, I could have a team hitched 

 up, and Bob could drive you to the 

 Black Nob Hill, where you can get a 

 good view," was the tolerant reply. 



Bob had wrenched his foot the day 

 before, when roping a steer, and was 

 therefore incapacitated for anything but 

 4 woman's work ' ' a soft job.' 



" Oh, but I do not want to be so far 

 away and look on; I want to be in it." 



He looked at me out of the angle of 



