"That there Cheyenne is the fastest gun artist--and the biggest coward
that ever come out of Wyoming. Ain't that right, Lon?"

"I never worked in Wyoming," said Long Lon.






CHAPTER XI

PONY TRACKS


Mrs. Senator Brown did not at all approve of Bartley's determination to
accompany Cheyenne in search of the stolen horses. Late that night, long
after Cheyenne had ceased to sing for the boys in the bunk-house, and
while Bartley was peacefully slumbering in a comfortable bed, Mrs. Brown
took the Senator to task for not having discouraged the young Easterner
from attempting such a wild-goose chase. The Senator, whose diameter
made the task of removing his boots rather difficult, puffed, and tugged
at a tight riding-boot, but said nothing.

"Steve!"

"Yes'm. I 'most got it off. Wild-goose chase? Madam, the wild goose is a
child that shuns this element. You mean wild-horse chase."

"That sort of talk may amuse your constituents, but you are talking to