Bolted ?" "That's what I said.

Now let's see." Jane climbed a few more paces behind him and then peeped over the ridge.
Just beyond began a shallow swale that deepened and widened into a valley and then swung to the left.

Following the undulating sweep of sage, Jane saw the straggling lines and then the great body of the white herd.

She knew enough about steers, even at a distance of four or five miles, to realize that something was in the wind.

Bringing her field-glass into use, she moved it slowly from left to right, which action swept the whole herd into range.