Sheep-men try to burn the fox-tail off the pasture land, and the fire
runs into the farmers' grain, lots of times. That's what makes farmers
hate sheep-men so. Folks down 'n the valley round up the hogs every
June to pick fox-tail out of their eyes. If they didn't, half the
hogs'd go blind."

"Round up?" questioned Sid.

"Drive 'em together," explained Dave. "You'll see a round-up of my
cattle 'fore long. Got to go out and hunt the hills for 'em, and drive
'em away down to the railroad. The other men are going to do it on
their ranches too. Takes about a day for us little cattle-men to round
up, and then about two days more to drive them down to the railroad.
Big cattle-men it takes longer."

"You like it?" asked Sid.

Dave laughed.

"Well 'nough," he said. "We stop, you know, and have a good time on
the road every little while."

"What do you do?" questioned Sid.

"Oh! drink--some," answered Dave.

"You don't though--do you?" asked Sid.

"Oh! well--some," said Dave slowly, as he poked the fire. "Have to
drink with other men, you know. They wouldn't think I was friendly if