Somewhat encouraged, California John next undertook the sheep problem. That, under Plant, had been in the nature of a protected industry. California John and his delighted rangers plunged neck deep into a sheep war. They found themselves with a man's job on their hands. The sheepmen, by long immunity, had come to know the higher mountains intimately, and could hide themselves from any but the most conscientious search. When discovered, they submitted peacefully to being removed from the Reserve. At the boundaries the rangers' power ceased. The sheepmen simply waited outside the line. It was manifestly impossible to watch each separate flock all the time. As soon as surveillance was relaxed, over the line they slipped, again to fatten on prohibited feed until again discovered, and again removed. The rangers had no power of arrest; they could use only necessary force in ejecting the trespassers. It was possible to sue in the United States courts, but the process was slow and unsatisfactory, and the damages awarded the Government amounted to so little that the sheepmen cheerfully paid them as a sort of grazing tax. The point was, that they got the feed--either free or at a nominal cost--and the rangers were powerless to stop them. Over this problem California John puzzled a long time. "We ain't doing any good playing hide and coop," he told Ross; "it's just using up our time. We got to get at it different. I wish those regulations was worded just the least mite different!" He produced the worn Blue Book and his own instructions and thumbed them over for the hundredth time. "'Employ only necessary force,'" he muttered; "'remove them beyond the confines of the reserve.'" He bit savagely at his pipe. Suddenly his tension relaxed and his wonted shrewdly humorous expression returned to his brown and lean old face. "Ross," said he, "this is going to be plumb amusing. Do you guess we-all can track up with any sheep?" "Jim Hutchins's herders must have sneaked back over by Iron Mountain," suggested Fletcher. "Jim Hutchins," mused California John; "where is he now? Know?" "I heard tell he was at Stockton." "Well, that's all right then. If Jim was around, he might start a shootin' row, and we don't want any of that." "Well, I don't know as I'm afraid of Jim Hutchins," said Ross Fletcher. "Neither am I, sonny," replied California John; "but this is a grand-stand play, and we got to bring her off without complications. You get the boys organized. We start to-morrow." "What you got up your sleeve?" asked Ross. "Never you mind." "Who's going to have charge of the office?" "Nobody," stated California John positively; "we tackle one thing to a time."