It was not forth-coming.

Finally Wooden discovered it in his hip pocket.
"Felt her thar all the time," said he, "but thought it must shorely be a chaw of tobacco." This matter satisfactorily adjusted, the men all ran for their ponies.
They had been doing a wrestler's heavy work all the morning, but did not seem to be tired.

I saw once in some crank physical culture periodical that a cowboy's life was physically ill-balanced, like an oarsman's, in that it exercised only certain muscles of the body.

The writer should be turned loose in a branding corral.
Through the wide gates the cattle were urged out to the open plain.
There they were held for over an hour while the cows wandered about looking for their lost progeny.

A cow knows her calf by scent and sound, not by sight.