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Twenty thousand acres under fence, with plenty of water, would take care of eight hundred or a thousand head of cattle. And as a provision against a lean winter, Waring had put a mowing-machine in at the eastern end of the range, where the bunch-grass was heavy enough to cut. It would be necessary to winter-feed. Four hundred white-faced Herefords grazed in the autumn sunshine.
In a deep hole near the edge of the morass was a huge Hereford bull. Most of the cattle in that country were Herefords. The animal had without doubt become foundered in the swamp hole; but that was by no means the worst that had happened to him.
Surrounding the town is a stretch of green, level meadow, upon which graze herds of the red and white cattle whose fame is wider than that of their native shire. No doubt there are many familiar with the sleek Herefords who have no idea from whence they take their name.
As I remounted, staunching the inevitable wound from barbed wire, I began to speak in the bitterly superior tones of an efficiency expert as we traversed a field where hundreds of white-faced Herefords were putting on flesh to their own ruin.
Two hundred Herefords in a fenced township. Three hundred and twenty acres patented land. Sixty acres under ditch. I'd give you a mortgage on that. Pete Johnson Peter Wallace Johnson on mortgages and warrants." "I do not think we would consider it." "Good security none better," said Pete. "Good for three times two thousand at a forced sale." "Doubtless!"
We need cattle and we can get them from him at a reasonable figure. He has some white Herefords that I would like to get." He cleared his throat and hesitated, frowning. "Why don't you take Dade or Malcolm?" he suggested. She looked straight at him. "Don't be priggish," she said. "Dade and Malcolm have nothing to do with the running of this ranch.
Don't admire those Herefords much myself; bulky-looking brutes, don't seem to have much life in them. Daresay they're easier to paint that way; now, this young beggar is on the move all the time, aren't you, Fairy?" "I've sold that picture," said Laurence, with considerable complacency in his voice. "Have you?" said Tom; "glad to hear it, I'm sure. Hope you're pleased with what you've got for it."
Olson gave a snort of dry, splenetic laughter. "And you're out here sellin' registered Herefords." "I have some for sale. But that's not why I came to see you." "Why did you come, then?" asked the Scandinavian, his blue eyes hard and defiant. "I wanted to have a look at the man who wrote the note to James Cunningham threatenin' to dry-gulch him if he ever came to Dry Valley again."
"Them Herefords are awful solid when they git big. I reckon he'll run nigh onto seventeen hundred, Bill." He paused and winked furtively at Hardy. "I kin git fifty dollars fer that old boy, jest the way he stands," he said, "and bein' as he can't carry no more weight nohow, I'll jest cut him into the town herd right now, and "
If some one had made Emerson Crawford a present of a carload of Herefords he could not have been more pleased than he was at the result of the Jackpot crew's night adventure with the Steelman forces. The news came to him at an opportune moment, for he had just been served notice by the president of the Malapi First National Bank that Crawford must prepare to meet at once a call note for $10,000.
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