"What do you think you've done, blank you?" he shouted. "What have you
done with the rest of the herd?"

"Done with the herd?" roared Douglas. "What are you talking about?"

"I know you, you dogy rider, you! I told you that wild horse of yours
would gum the game. There ain't a steer left! What do you mean by riding
him into the corral?"

"You're drunk!" retorted Douglas. "You'd better ride after that bull or
Charleton will pull a gun on you."

"Ride after nothing! Chase him yourself!"

"On second thoughts, I think I will. It's your turn to play nurse. Go on
back and tell Charleton what's happened."

"Don't get fresh, young fellow!" snarled Scott.

Douglas pushed back his hat and the noon sun glimmered through the pines
on his yellow hair. His clear blue eyes studied Scott appraisingly.
Finally, he said, "I guess, on third thoughts, I'll take you back to
Charleton."

Scott laughed. "Now you're drunk!"

Douglas' six-shooter appeared casually between the Moose's twitching
ears. "Hold up your little brown hands, Scott, till I reach me your gun.
Fine! Now ride ahead of me till we reach Charleton. Some boy I am on the