in your bed," he insinuated.

"You can take a look to-night, if you want to."

Pink laughed in a particularly infectious way he had, and, before he quite
knew it, Rowdy was laughing, also. After that the world did not look quite
so forlorn as it had, nor the day's work so distasteful. So Pink, having
accomplished his purpose, was content to turn the subject.

"There's old Liney"--he pointed her out to Rowdy--"fresh as a meadow-lark. I
had a big grouch against her yesterday, just because she batted her eyes and
kept putting one foot ahead uh the other. I could 'a' killed her. But she's
all right, that old girl. The way she led out down that black coulee last
night wasn't slow! Say, she's an ambitious old party. I wish you was riding
point with me, Rowdy. The Silent One talks just about as much as
that old cow. He sure loves to live up to his rep."

"Oh, go on to work," Rowdy admonished. "You make me think of a magpie." All
the same, he looked after him with smiling lips, and eyes that forgot their
gloom. He even whistled while he helped round up the scattered herd, ready
for that last day's drive.

Every man in the outfit comforted himself with the thought that it was the
last day's drive. After long weeks of trailing lean herds over barren,
windbrushed hills, the last day meant much to them. Even the Silent One sang
something they had never heard before, about "If Only I Knew You Were True."

They crossed the Rocking R field, took down four panels of fence, passed
out, and carefully put them up again behind them. Before them stretched
level plain for two miles; beyond that a high, rocky ridge that promised