inspecting the details of Cheyenne's outfit, for Cheyenne had the horses
saddled and packed. Bartley was still more surprised to find that Mrs.
Brown had breakfast ready. Evidently the good Senator and his wife had a
decided interest in the welfare of the expedition.

After breakfast the Senator's wife came out to the bunk-house with a
mysterious parcel which she gave to Bartley. He sniffed at it.

"Cold chicken sandwiches!" he said, smiling broadly.

"And some doughnuts. It will save you boys fussing with a lunch."

Long Lon Pelly was also up and ready to start. The air was still cool
and the horses were a bit snuffy. Lon mounted and rode toward the west
gate where he waited for Cheyenne and Bartley.

"Now don't forget where you live," said the Senator as Bartley mounted.

With a cheery farewell to their hosts, Cheyenne and Bartley rode away.
The first warmth of the sun touched them as they headed into the western
spaces. Long Lon closed the big gate, stepped up on his horse, and
jogged along beside them.

Bartley felt as though he had suddenly left the world of reality and was
riding in a sort of morning dream. He could feel the pleasant warmth of
the sun on his back. He sniffed the thin dust cast up by the horses. On
either side of him the big mesa spread to the sky-line. Cattle were
scattered in the brush, some of them lying down, some of them grazing
indolently.