established in the further cup between the hills. As evening
approached the cattle from the outside cup were driven into this
inner enclosure. They could be cared for at night much more easily
in one herd.

Tom Collins and the outfit's cook outvied each other in making
supper. Then there followed two long hours of songs and stories and
chaff. The boys badgered each other, but were very polite to the
girls.

Walter wanted to ride herd with the first watch, and this was
agreed to.

"That is, young fellow, you can ride if you can sing," said Steve,
the boss of the outfit, gravely.

"Sing? Well, I don't know. What kind of singing? I'm not famous for
my voice," admitted the boy.

"Just so's you can sing something the cows like, it'll be all
right," Steve told him. "If anything should happen, you have to
sing. It keeps the cows from getting nervous."

"Maybe if I sing it will make them nervous," suggested Walter, not
so easily jollied.

"You'd better learn Henery's song, here," said Steve. "Henery has
one he _calls_ 'My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean' an' he sings it in seven
different keys and there's forty stanzas to it. And when a cow hears
_that_--"