Jim Nabours wiped his face on the dirty kerchief he pulled around his neck. “Where we been, Miss Taisie?” he answered. “Why, we been strolling around with our light geetars amid the cactus, a-rounding up the finest road herd ever put up in Texas.” “But, Jim, we said maybe beeves—fours or long threes! Look yonder in the chute, man! There’s two fours, that’s all! The rest are twos and calves!” “I’m Noah, ma’am,” said Jim Nabours gravely. “This here, now, is my ark. Don’t you come horning in. Of course, ef we do got a lot of she-stuff and mixed ages along of the others, how could we help it? Reckon it’s cheaper to iron ’em when you got ’em, ain’t it?” “But you’re ironing everything, and all in the road brand, calves and all!” “Ma’am,” said Jim Nabours solemnly, “ef we wasn’t short of hands I’d shore fire the segundo, Del Williams. He’s the onthoughtedest man I ever did see. Now look what he done, him being in a dream! I expect he done run our iron on a dozen or so that ain’t beeves a-tall! And it won’t come off in the wash! Now, how can we get it off? Miss Taisie, as the daughter of the best cowman Texas ever seen, what would you segest fer me to do with Del?” The girl turned aside to hide a smile that made her cheek dimple. “Well, I’ve got a pair of eyes,” said she. “Shore you have, Miss Taisie, and fine ones, too. I wish they was different. But any good cowman has got to have two kinds of a eye—one to tell a brand fur as he can see a critter and t’other not to see no brand that he don’t want to see. Now you go on back to the house, Miss Taisie, and leave us alone, and we’ll turn in up to Aberlene, ef there is ary such place, with the damnedest, evenest, finest bunch of beeves you ever seen, every one in the T.L. and Fishhook, and all of ’em yores. God bless our home!” He flicked at the white stripe on Blancocito’s hips with the end of his own bridle rein; whereat Blancocito sprang a dozen feet to one side—but Taisie with him, not at all concerned. “Don’t, Jim,” she protested. “You always treat me like a child.” “Well, ain’t you?” replied Jim. “Shore you’ll be the richest child in Texas six months from now.” The girl reined over to where her faithful adjutant stood, led him one side. Her face was troubled. “Jim——” she began. “Yes, ma’am?” “Jim, what’s wrong around Del Sol? Something’s wrong!” “What is it, Miss Taisie?” She drew yet closer. “Some one’s been around the house.” “What? What’s that?” “Some one’s been in the house! I don’t know just when. You know my little old trunk—I mean the Spanish-leather box with the big hinges?” “Why, yes, ma’am. I seen it a hundred times in the front room—seen it just the other day.” “It was in the front room. It isn’t there now.” “What? What you telling me, Miss Taisie?” “It’s gone! I missed it to-day.” “What all was in it?”