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 
tollow 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 
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