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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! 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- 
