first half of her attendance at Briarwood Hall.
The boys applauded from the veranda. There was at least a dozen of the ranchman's employes at the home corral just then. Altogether Mr. Hicks paid wages to about sixty punchers and horse wranglers. They were coming and going between the home ranch and the ranges all the time.
The girls from the East gave the Silver Ranch cowboys a nice little concert, and then Jane Ann urged Jib Pottoway to come to the piano. The half-breed was on the veranda in the dusk, with the other fellows, but he needed urging.
"Here, you Jibbeway! " exclaimed Mr. Hicks. "You hike yourself in yere and tickle these ivories a whole lot. These young ladies ain't snakes; an' they won't bite ye."
The backward puncher was urged on by his mates, too, and finally he came in, stepping through the long window and sliding onto the piano bench that had been deserted by Madge. He was a tall, straight, big-boned young man, with dark, keen face, and the moment Tom Cameron saw him he seized Bob by the shoulder and whispered eagerly:
"I know that fellow! He played fullback with Carlisle when they met Cornell three years ago. Why, he's an educated man—he must be! And punching cattle out on this ranch!"
