But ole Bawley had stopped, and stopped, and at last had to be taken out of the yoke.

Buddy began to wish they would hurry up and find a river.
None of the cowboys would take him on the saddle and let him ride, that day.

They looked harassed--Buddy called it cross--when they rode up to the wagon to give their horses a few mouthfuls of water from the barrel.
Step-and-a-Half couldn't spare any more, they told mother.

He had declared at noon that he needed every drop he had for the cooking, and there would be no washing of dishes whatever.

Later, mother had studied a map and afterwards had sat for a long while staring out over the backs of the cattle, her face white.