Whether now the heifer did the 

 proper thing or not, I cannot say, 

 but she circled around with me on the 

 outer side (I suspect my cow pony 

 knew how it was done) and was half 

 way back to the herd when Van took 

 it in charge. His face bore a broad 

 grin for the first time that day, from 

 what emotions caused I have never 

 been able to determine. I, of course, 

 said nothing. 



Then, oh, the joy of that round up 

 dinner I The ' WB ' outfit had a meal 

 tent, a mess wagon, and a cook for the 

 men, and a rope corral, food and water 

 for the horses. Everybody was happy 

 for the noon hour, save the unlucky 

 ones whose turn it was to guard the 

 herd. Bob had driven the ex-mayor's 

 wife, the sad eyed spinster, and Nim- 

 rod over to join us at dinner. The 

 boss greeted Nimrod with the assur- 



