"Well, we've got fine memories," Bud suggested as he led the way to the
corrals, where he found The Orphan.

"Hullo, Orphan!" he cried enthusiastically as he gripped the outstretched
hand. "Plumb glad to see you. How's things?"

"Glad to see you, boys," cried the temporary foreman, who was all smiles.
"One at a time!" he laughed as they crowded about him. "Make yourselves
right at home--that smallest corral is for your cayuses. And you'll find
plenty of soap and water and towels by the bunk-house, and there's a box
of good cigars, a tin of tobacco, and a jug on the table inside. Help
yourself to anything you want, the place is all yours."

"Gee, this is a good game, all right," Bud laughed as he turned to put
his horse in the corral. "The sheriff shore knows how to deal."

"Leave a cigar for me, Silent," jokingly warned Jim as his friend turned
toward the bunk-house. "Too many smokes will make you sick."

"Well, you've got a gall, all right!" retorted Silent. "You better let me
bring yours out to you and keep away from the box, for I'm always plumb
suspicious of these goody-goody, it's-for-your-own-good people."

A crafty look came to Jack Lawson's face and he turned to The Orphan: "Has
Bill Howland got his cigars yet?" he asked, winking at his friends.

"Why, I don't know whether he has or not," replied The Orphan. "But I
don't believe that he has been out of sight of the pies since he came.
They've got him in a trance."

"Guess I'll take him one," continued Jack, grinning broadly. "He likes to
smoke."

"Shore enough, go ahead," endorsed the foreman of the A-Y as he turned
toward the grove. Then he stopped, and with a knowing look added: "If you
want to see Humble, he just went in the bunk-house."

A yell of dismay arose as the outfit started pell-mell for the house.
Silent entered it first and his profanity informed his companions that
their fears were well grounded. Neither Humble, cigars, tobacco nor jug
were to be seen, and a search was forthwith instituted. Jack looked at
a distant corral and saw Lightning as the dog disappeared from sight into
it.

"Hey!" he cried. "He's in the big corral--I just saw his dog go in, and
it was wagging its tail a whole lot. Come on, we'll surround it and show
that frisky gent a thing or two!"

No more words were wasted, and in a very short time figures were creeping
around the corral. Then there was a scramble as most of the searchers
scaled the wall at different p