them yellow clings?" the Kid asked, anxiously.

"Yep! Two dozen cans of the best yellow cling peaches. An' flour,
bacon, an' all the rest. Help me unload, boys."

With five pairs of willing hands on the job, the wagon was quickly
relieved of its load. The food was carried into the kitchen, and left
there for the cook with an admonition to: "Get busy, Mex. We're
starved!"

"Thanks for bringing the stuff over so promptly," Dick said to the
youthful driver. "You must have hit only the high spots to get here so
quick."

"Should say I did! One time we left the ground and stayed up while a
coyote ran under the whole length of the wagon. Can't beat this here
team of mine for speed. Well, guess I'll be gettin' back. All set,
ponies? Don't strain yourselves, now. Got plenty of time. Just go
along nice an' easy. Yes, sir, boys, I love these animals like
brothers!

"Get along there, Pete. Get along, I say. Pete, you lop-eared
wangdoddle! Quit draggin' that other bronc around! Hear me? Dodgast
your hide, I'll blow your fool head right off your worthless carcass if
you don't quit that. You will, will you? How do you like the feel of
that? Now we're off! At-a-baby, get goin'! So long, boys! You,
Pete! Gosh darn your senseless hide, I'll--" the rest was lost.

"He loves 'em like brothers!" shouted the Kid, holding his sides with
laughter. "Oh, boy! 'Take your time, ponies!' Sure, they'll take
their time! Bet he's half way to Roarin' River by now. Wow, what a
driver! Ho-ho--I haven't had a laugh like this in years! 'Don't
strain yourselves!' Oh, baby!"

A cloud of dust marked the disappearance of the grinning youth with the
"best pair of ponies in the state." He left behind him an appreciative
audience.

"Hope that Mex gets a wiggle on," Nort said when the laughter had
quieted down. "He ought to be able to rustle a pretty fair meal with
all that junk."

"And in the meantime we might as well sit," Yellin' Kid suggested.
"Look over the landscape."

The punchers made their way to the corral. Without explaining, each
knew the Kid's suggestion to "sit an' look over the landscape" meant a
view from the top rail of the corral, which was several feet high.
This is the cowboy's favorite resting place while waiting for "chuck."
They will sit there and survey a perfectly familiar scene until called
off by the cook's horn or the cry to "come an' git it."

"Bud ought to be back for grub," said Di