foot--and it was a decidedly local color. His jeans were torn and his
cotton shirt was in rags, but his grit was unsifted.

"D-didn't I hang to him, dad?" he inquired enthusiastically.

"You sure did!" said Cheyenne.

With a pail of hot water, soap, and fresh raiment, Aunt Jane undertook
to make Little Jim's return to the heart of the family as agreeable as
possible to all concerned.

"Isn't he hurt?" queried Bartley.

"Not if he doesn't know it," stated Cheyenne.






CHAPTER XIV

ANOTHER GAME


Cheyenne knew enough about Sneed, by reputation, to make him cautious.
He decided to play ace for ace--and, if possible, steal the stolen
horses from Sneed. The difficulty was to locate them without being seen.
Little Jim had said the horses were in Sneed's corral, somewhere up in
the mountain meadows. And because Cheyenne knew little about that