looked up and ran about anxiously, 

 showing they had calves. Silverton 

 lassoed one of these and with the 

 Ordinary Man's help held her, while 

 Nimrod did the very precarious 

 milking. He was watching the cow's 

 feet instead of the pail, so had milked 

 a quart or more before he noticed 

 that the milk was streaked with 

 blood. In sudden disgust he threw 

 it out, plentifully splashing his horse's 

 feet. No one now had any desire 

 for milk, so they rode to camp. 



Thus unthinkingly Nimrod set the 

 lure for a midnight visitor. In the 

 darkness the herd had grazed nearer 

 and nearer. Suddenly we all heard 

 the bellow of a bull urrrh urrrk 

 urrrh at the spring, The men 

 chased him away, and thinking no 

 more about it I went to bed. Soon 

 Nimrod was wriggling into his 

 blankets nearby. How delightfully 

 easeful that resting on air. But not 

 yet on that eventful night was sleep 

 to woo, and win. 



That old bull had not been satis- 

 fied. He had smelled tainted milk 

 at the spring and again was investi- 

 gating in wrathful mood rrrhh 



