Now, however, we began to extend our ridin' a little.
I was down towards Dos Cabesas to look over the cattle there, and they used to send Larry up into the Double R country.

One evenin' he took me to one side.
"Look here, Jed," says he, "I know you pretty well, and I'm not ashamed to say that I'm all new at this cattle business--in fact, I haven't been at it more'n a year.

What should be the proportion of cows to calves anyhow ?" "There ought to be about twice as many cows as there're calves," I tells him.
"Then, with only about fifty head of grown cows, there ought not to be an equal number of yearlin's ?" "I should say not," says I.

"What are you drivin' at ?" "Nothin' yet," says he.
A few days later he tackled me again.
"Jed," says he, "I'm not good, like you fellows are, at knowin' one cow from another, but there's a calf down there branded T 0 that I'd pretty near swear I saw with an X Y cow last month.

I wish you could come down with me." We got that fixed easy enough, and for the next month rammed around through this broken country lookin' for evidence.