"Yes, likely; it was an H2 cow," Skinny placidly explained. "Why in h--l can't you tell things in a herd, 'stead of stringin' 'em out like a stiff reata trailing to soften!" Red cried. "Yo're the damndest talker that ever opened a mouth!" Skinny took the pipe from his mouth and looked at Red. "I allus get it all out, don't I? What are you kicking about?" "Yes, you do; like a five thousand herd filtering through a two-foot gate!" "Mebby th' herd drifted to th' valley," Pete offered. "Mebby nothing!" Red retorted. "Why, we can't drive 'em down here without 'em acting loco about it." "Cows are shore fool animals," Pete suggested in defence. "There's more than cows that are fool animals," Red snapped, while Skinny laughed to see Pete get his share. * * * * * Sixteen miles to the southeast of the Peak, Meeker sat on a soap box and listened, with the rest of his outfit, to what Curley was saying,--"an' when I got down a good ways south I found two young calves bellering for their maws. They was sleepers; an' an hour later I found them same maws bellering for them calves--they was limping a-plenty an' their hocks looked burned--hobble burns." Meeker mused for a moment and then arose. "You ride that range regular, an' be cautious. Watch towards Eagle. If you catch any sons-of-skunks gamboling reckless, an' they can't explain why they are flitting over our range, shoot off yore gun accidental--there won't be no inquest." CHAPTER XIII HOPALONG GROWS SUSPICIOUS The eastern sky grew brighter and the dim morning light showed a group of men at breakfast on the Peak. They already had been given their orders and as soon as each man finished eating he strode off to where his horse was picketed with the others, mounted, and rode away. Pete had ridden in late the night before and was still sleeping in the house, Hopalong not wishing to awaken him until it was absolutely necessary. Red Connors, riding back to the house from the horse herd, drew rein for a final word. "I'm going out to watch that unholy drift of Meeker's cows, just this side of th' half-way point. They was purty thick last night when I rode in. I told Johnny to keep on that part of th' line, for I reckon things will get too crowded for one man to handle. Th' two of us can take care of 'em, all right. You knows where you can find us if you need us." "I don't like that drift, but I'll stay here an' give Pete an hour more sleep," Hopalong replied. "Buck didn't know just when he'd be down again, but I'm looking for him before noon, just th' same." "Well, me an' Johnny'll stop th' drift. So long," and Red cantered away, whistling softly.