"Red!" he exclaimed.

"From the red herd.

I've stolen Jane Withersteen's cattle!...

That's about the strangest thing yet." One more trip he undertook to Oldring's valley, and this time he roped a yearling steer and killed it and cut out a small quarter of beef.

The howling of coyotes told him he need have no apprehension that the work of his knife would be discovered.