but found it was only the cloud of dust 

 in which it was enveloped. 



Four of the cowboys had already 

 disappeared in different directions. I 

 heard the 'WB' boss say, "Billy, to 

 the left flank. Van, them blamed heif- 

 ers," as he flew past them. 



Van dashed forward, I gave my 

 black mare a cut with the quirt and 

 followed. Van's face, as he turned 

 around to remonstrate, was a study of 

 surprise, distress, and disgust, for I was 

 undoubtedly breaking rules. 



"Don't bother about me," I called 

 as airily as possible, as I shot past him. 

 He had checked his horse's speed, but 

 now there was nothing to do but to 

 follow me as fast as he could. I shall 

 have to record that he swore, as he 

 turned sharply to the right into a group 

 of cattle. Poor man, it was dreadful 



