it is; see?"

"Hu!" said Gillispie. "I'm not in it."
But for all of his scorn he was not above
eating the gingerbread.

It was gardening time, and the three
Johns were putting in every spare moment
in the little paling made of willow twigs
behind the house. It was little enough
time they had, though, for the cattle were
new to each other and to the country, and
they were hard to manage. It was generally
conceded that Waite had a genius for herd-
ing, and he could take the "mad" out of a
fractious animal in a way that the others
looked on as little less than superhuman.
Thus it was that one day, when the clay had
been well turned, and the seeds arranged on
the kitchen table, and all things prepared
for an afternoon of busy planting, that Waite
and Henderson, who were needed out with
the cattle, felt no little irritation at the inex-
plicable absence of Gillispie, who was to
look after the garden. It was quite night-
fall when he at last returned. Supper was
ready, although it had been Gillispie's turn
to prepare it.

Henderson was sore from his saddle, and