He took the _sudaderos_--the jute sweatcloths under the Navajo--and draped them over a huge near-by boulder in the sun, carefully smoothing them out to prevent wrinkles; to all appearance without any other care on earth.
"Yes; horse camp," said the tall man.

"Now you water the black horse and I'll dig up a bait of corn for him.

Wash up at the trough." "_Puesto que si!_" said Pete.
He slipped the bit out of Midnight's mouth, pushing the headstall back on the sleek black neck by way of lead rope, and they strode away to the water pen, side by side.
When they came back a nose-bag, full of corn, stood ready near the fire.
Pete hung this on Midnight's head.

Midnight munched contentedly, with half-closed eyes, and Pete turned to the fire.
"Was I kidding myself ?" he inquired.

"Or did somebody mention the name of grub ?" "Set up!" grinned the tall man, kicking a small box up beside a slightly larger one, which served as a table.