d his grasp, and the Mexican slunk back into
the house.
"Funny gink," commented Billee Dobb in a drawling tone of voice, as he
stared at the door through which the cook had disappeared. "Queerest
Mex I ever saw."
"The old detective still on the job," the Kid laughed and grinned.
"Well, Mr. Hawkins wants to get started. Guess you can order a whole
stock of food, Dick. The store got a buckboard, deputy?"
"Believe it has."
"Then you can tell 'em what you want and they'll cart it over. Flour,
bacon, bakin' powder, canned tomatoes, some yellow clings--don't forget
them, Dick--and whatever else you can think of. Shirts can wait. All
right, boys. Stay here, Dick, I'll bring your bronc."
"The Kid wants to handle a pony again," Nort said, when the Kid had
left. "He hated to lose that one of his."
"Mighty fond of it," declared Bud. "While you're gone, Dick, I think
I'll take a look around and see what I can find."
"Wouldn't go too far," Hawkins cautioned. "Here's your bronc, Dick.
Let's be on our way. See you fellers later. So long."
The two--Dick and the deputy--rode toward the town. Billee Dobb
resumed the smoking of his pipe. The effect of the exciting plan they
had just heard seemed to have departed with the deputy, for the minds
of those at the ranch turned again to the business of sheep farming.
Billee spoke of "washes," and "dips," and of buying a few "hurdles."
These terms were Greek to the boys, being experienced as they were only
in cattle and not sheep raising, but Billee explained to them some of
the peculiarities of the "woolies." He in a varied career had seen
most of the life of the range, and it was no surprise to the boys to
find he had once herded sheep.
As the morning wore on, the ranchers busied themselves in the doing of
many tasks about the place. The Kid made a thorough inspection of the
roofs and sides of the several shacks, to check up on the repairing
needed. Nort investigated the state of their living quarters--the bunk
and cook house. Bud decided to ride a bit through the surrounding
country, to observe the extent of their range, and to see to the fences.
Bud was not exactly "fence riding." This means following the fence
until a break is seen, repairing it, and going on to the next break.
It is difficult and tiresome work, no task to occupy an idle morning
with. As Bud rode along, his mind was busy with the thoughts of all
that had happened in the short time th
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