They were now beyond towns, and only occasionally small settlements relieved the houseless rolling plains.

Soon the Missouri, that storied and muddy old stream, would offer itself to view.
"Mose" was now indispensable to the Pratt "outfit." He built fires, shot game, herded the cattle, greased the wagons, curried horses, and mended harness.

He never complained and never grew sullen.

Although he talked but little, the family were fond of him, but considered him a "singular critter." He had lost his pallor.

His skin was a clear brown, and being dressed in rough clothing, wide hat, and gauntlet gloves, he made a bold and dashing herder, showing just the right kind of wear and tear.
Occasionally, when a chance to earn a few dollars offered, Pratt camped and took a job, and Harold shared in the wages.
He spent a great deal of his pocket money in buying cartridges for his revolver.