bleeding from many scratches, but he grinned amicably as he slid wearily from the saddle.
"Hello, Doug! Is your horse broke yet?" asked Charleton.
"Some," replied Douglas.
"We thought we heard you a while back!" said Scott. "Sounded as if a grizzly had been bitten by a hydrophobia skunk."
"He ain't as nervous as he was," grinned Douglas. "Anything to drink?"
Charleton indicated the coffee-pot and said, "It's only a short time to dawn. Better get what sleep you can!"
Douglas nodded, drank a tin cup of coffee, and then unsaddled the Moose. Scott, rolled in his blanket, watched him with a twisted grin.
"Some horse to take on a trip like this," he said. "A half-broke mule couldn't be worse. Funny if Doug don't gum the whole game for us, Charleton."
"You go to hell, Scott!" grunted Douglas.
Scott sat up with a jerk. Charleton spoke sharply. "No scrapping! You two get to sleep!"
Scott lay down reluctantly. Doug shrugged his broad shoulders, and shortly, head in his saddle, feet to the fire, he was fast asleep.
The trees were black against gray light when Charleton called the two young riders.
"Let's eat and be off," he said briefly.
Breakfast was a short affair of bread, bacon and coffee. While they were bolting it, Charleton outlined the campaign.
"You'll see Nelson's cattle have been all through here. No one else grazes hereabouts. Don't rope any cows with calves following 'em. They make too much bellowing. Get what steers you can by mid-morning into the
