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disapproved of taking women on 

 such a rough trip. It more or less 

 affected the other guides. 



" Captain, we must have another 

 pack-horse. Have you any left?" 

 asked Nimrod. Lusk nodded and 

 disappeared along the path up 

 stream. Soon 'he returned with a 

 queer expression on his face and be- 

 hind him, at the length of a rope, was 

 a dusty, sad-looking bay with a big 

 collar of yellow-eyed daisies nodding 

 their heads jauntily at every step. 

 The three guides looked as though 

 they had seen a banshee. Nimrod, 

 with that strained look that comes 

 when one wants to laugh, pulled 

 the male Tevis behind a cabin, while 

 Sally, with far too innocent a face, 

 looked on. I remembered that she 

 too had gone along that path shortly 

 before. 



"Well, I'll be gashed," Sommers 

 muttered, looking at the garland, as 

 he threw the packsaddle into place. 

 The bay laid back his ears. 



"Ornery?" His question was put 

 to Lusk, who nodded in the affirm- 

 ative. Charley, seeing the nod, stood 

 ready to assist. Adjusting the ropes 



