there's bad men rampaging around the country. The boys kinda
gave me the laugh when they seen me haul it out uh my war bag,
but I just told 'em to go to thunder."

"Do you think those--"

"Naw. Uh course not. I just pack it on general principles,
same as an old woman packs her umbrella."

"Say, this is dead easy! The bunch is pretty well broke, ain't
it? I'm sure glad to see old Milk River again; this here
trailing cattle gets plumb monotonous." He got down and settled
his back comfortably against a rock. Below them spread the
herd, feeding quietly. "Yes, sir, this is sure a snap," he
repeated, after he had made himself a smoke. "They's only two
ways a bunch could drift if they wanted to which they don't-up
the river, or down. This hill's a little too steep for 'em to
tackle unless they was crowded hard. Good feed here, too.

"Too bad yuh don't smoke, Bud. There's nothing like a good,
smooth rock to your back and a cigarette in your face, on a
nice, lazy day like this. It's the only kind uh day- herding I
got any use for."

"I'll take the rock to my back, if you'll just slide along and
make room," Thurston laughed. "I don't hanker for a cigarette,
but I do wish I had my Kodak."

"Aw, t'ell with your Kodak!" Bob snorted. "Can't yuh carry this
layout in your head? I've got a picture gallery in mine that I