"You an' he had some little fracas; didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, more than once."

"An' you tanned him good and proper, too; didn't you Dave?" asked the
foreman with a low chuckle.

"Yes, I did." Dave did not seem at all proud of his achievement." But that
was some time ago," he added." I haven't seen Len lately."

"Well, you haven't missed an awful lot," said Pete, dryly.

The two rode on in silence again, gradually coming nearer and nearer to
the specks which had so enlarged themselves, by reason of the closing up
of the intervening distance, until they could be easily distinguished as a
number of cattle and one lone rider. The latter seemed to be making his
way toward the animals.

"Is he driving them ahead of him?" asked Dave, after a long and silent
observation.

"That's the way it looks," said Pocus Pete. "It's Len Molick all right,"
he added, after another shading of his eyes with his hand.

"Are you sure?" Dave asked.

"Positive. No one around here rides a horse in that sloppy way but him."

"Then he must have found some of his father's strays, and is taking them