"I'm not an expert at cattle-driving, but I suppose two of us ought to take them home." The rancher laughed.
"Two's quite a good allowance for that small bunch, but if you keep north among the scrub poplar, you won't be bothered by many fences.
It's pretty dry in summer, but you'll get good water in Baxter's well, if you head for the big bluff you'll see tomorrow afternoon.

We'll let them out when you're ready." As soon as the rails were flung down, the cattle rushed out tumultuously, as if rejoicing in their restored freedom.

Then, while George and his companion mounted, they started off across the prairie at a steady trot.
"A mettlesome lot; seem to be in good training," Edgar commented.
"Have you any idea where they're going ?" "Guess they're heading for a creek two miles back; water's scarce," explained the rancher.

"As it's near the trail, you had better let them go.

You'll round them up quite easy when they've had a drink." George and Edgar rode after the cattle.