"My wife was wondering only the other day what had become of you.

Bring your horse around to the corral." They went behind the house, where the young man removed saddle and bridle from Dick and turned him into the enclosure.

Stevenson gathered an armful of hay from a small heap near by and tossed it over the fence to the horse, which began to eat eagerly.

Lee glanced about, gave a sharp whistle; from the trail by the creek a bark answered him.
Then an Airedale came racing through the sagebrush, now and again leaping high to gain a view of his master and finally breaking out upon the clear ground about the ranch house.
"Mike, you're too inquisitive about other animals' dwellings," Lee addressed him as he arrived, wet from an immersion in the creek and panting from his run.

"Some day a rattler in a hole you're digging into will nip you on the nose and you'll wish you'd been more polite.
Come along now and be good." He walked with Stevenson back to the house, where leaving the dog to drop in the shade outside they entered.