24 RUSTLINGS IN THE ROCKIES. 



wagon, neighing piteously, and submitted gracefully to being 

 taken in. 



Then there was still another circus. Allen put on a big 

 Mexican spur, picked up a cotton-wood club, mounted him 

 and told him to "buck some more." The little devil tried 

 to obey orders, but he was too tired. Allen hammered him 

 with the club and roweled him with the steel until he so 

 completely subdued him that from that time on, for the three 

 weeks he remained a member of our outfit, that cayuse was 

 as docile as a kitten. He never smiled again, at least not 

 while we knew him. But Sawyer was quits too. He never 

 climbed onto that hurricane deck again during that trip. 

 We couldn't coax him to. He said once was enough for 

 him, thank you, and it would be a cold day when we ever got 

 him into that kind of a muss again. 



We drove back to Forest's ranch, where we arrived that 

 night at dark. Ed was still out hunting for his horses, and 

 his man told us had been out all day; but at nine o'clock he 

 rode up with them, and then there was great rejoicing in our 

 camp. Before we went to bed everything was arranged. In 

 the morning we paid " Doc." off, and were all heartily glad 

 to be rid of him. By noon Ed had his traps in shape, and 

 after dinner we pulled out. We drove to the Yellowstone 

 again, and as we were going out at the other side of the ford 

 we saw a horseman crossing behind us and signaling to us, 

 so we halted on the bank until he came up. It proved to 

 be a messenger from Mrs. Allen, requesting Mr. A. to 

 return at once to attend to some important business. Allen 

 mounted his pony and started for Coulson, and we went into 

 < amp on the bank of the river. It was arranged that we 

 were to make a short drive the next day, and that Allen 

 would go home and attend to the business that had called him 

 back and overtake us at our camp the next night. We caught 



