We were on our way to a ranch beyond the Picket Posts after, a bunch of Bar Z strays.

We watered, late yesterday afternoon, at the spring by old Happenchance, and we reached the range we were bound for at ten o'clock last night: Couldn't find the cattle we were looking for, and we started back an hour before dawn this morning.

We struck that trail of ore half a mile from here, and turned back to run it out.

Right in this place she petered out.

While we were thinking about continuing on to McGurvin's, we heard you two popping this way, and took to the brush in order to give you a little surprise.
That's the truth of it, and you can believe it or not ?" "I believe it, Blunt," Merry answered, with a restraining glance in his chum's direction.