THE WOLF HUNTERS 



"That's a good Idea; but what if the mustangs 

 won't work?" suggested Jack. "It's a common 

 trick with their sort to balk in harness, though 

 they may be good under the saddle." 



"I know that," replied Tom, "an' so we want 

 that question settled right here. Ef one or both 

 of 'em refuses to pull we'll trade 'em off for some- 

 thing that'll work." 



On going over to the stable next morning before 

 breakfast to give the team a rubbing down, I 

 found Jack there ahead of me, hard at work with 

 currycomb and horse brush, grooming the stock. 



Brown told us that Bill had called and said he 

 should let us have the outfit when we came for it. 



After breakfast, while Tom went down street 

 to a second-hand store and bought lead harness 

 and spreaders for the mustangs. Jack and I har- 

 nessed the mules and put all our belongings into 

 the wagon. We were delighted to find that the 

 broncos when hitched up walked away like old 

 work horses, which they evidently were. 



Moving out Shawnee Street, beyond Broadway, 

 where there was open ground for camping, we 

 made camp near a little creek and, after unloading 

 the wagon, gave everything a general overhauling 

 to determine what more we needed to fully equip 

 us for the trip. 



We had noticed a nice-looking black shepherd 

 dog around Brown's stable that we had supposed 

 belonged to Brown; but now discovered that it 



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