On that day Injun and Whitey were free from the teachings of John Big Moose, and were out on the plains for antelope.

They didn't get an antelope, didn't even see one.

All they got were appetites; though Whitey's appetite came without calling, as it were, and always excited the admiration of Bill Jordan.

After dinner that evening Whitey went to the bunk house.

Some of the cowpunchers were in from the range, and Whitey loved to hear the yarns they would spin.
So he lay in a bunk and listened to a number of stories, and wondered if they were all true--and it is a singular fact that some of them were.
But Whitey's day's hunt had been long, and his dinner had been big, and his eyes began to droop.
Buck Higgins was in the midst of a tale about being thrown from his cayuse and breaking his right arm.