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"But I am scarcely a man," said Endymion, rather piteously, "and I sometimes think I shall never win anything." "That is my affair," replied Mr. Vigo; "you are a yearling, and I have formed my judgment as to your capacity. What I wish to do in your case is what I have done in others, and some memorable ones. Dress does not make a man, but it often makes a successful one.
Neither did he deem it advisable to tell her that with the economy and thrift inseparable from plainsmen, he had sent the carcass of the martyred mother to one of his outlying camps to eke out its larder, and so save the otherwise necessary sacrifice of a valuable yearling for camp meat.
At gray morning, traces of the nocturnal intruder were visible, and that close by the cabane in which Cantin lived, in the little inclosure near which a struggle had evidently taken place, resulting in the discomfiture of a yearling calf, portions of which were discovered in the thickets a short distance from the clearing.
"I know?... Carson, I never in my life took a day's labor for rent or a yearling calf or a bunch of grass, let alone gold." "Bivens, your store-keeper, sees to that." "Look here, Carson," went on Jane, hurriedly, and now her cheeks were burning. "You and Black and Willet pack your goods and move your families up to my cabins in the grove. They're far more comfortable than these.
The only work my men did that winter was to keep the fences up and in good shape, and whenever they saw stray cattle in my pasture to turn them out at once, fearing the danger of bad example. Next winter, the loco being still very bad, the same tactics were adopted and only one solitary yearling of mine was affected.
Instead of riding fence, the two punchers must have made their roundabout way immediately to the stricken T-T ranch, secured in some manner an infected yearling and brought it back through the twisting mountain trail Bud had spoken of a few days before. Lynch's was the directing spirit, of course; for none of the others would dare act save under his orders. But what was his object?
He noted the grayish strip of smooth water that marked the end of the dead-line. Three or four of the stronger animals were forging steadily toward this. The others grouped close together, almost motionless in their last tremendous fight, were left farther and farther behind. Then came the break. A mare and her yearling colt had gone in with the bunch.
"I can fetch the rest by sundown, if I don't have to meander all over the mesa with these first packs." "Where did you leave the packhorses?" asked Blake. "Up along the cañon where Ashton shot his yearling deer," answered the puncher. "It's about half way between that gulch where you say you're going down and the bend across from the head of Dry Fork Gulch." "We'll camp there," decided Blake.
They lay thus for what seemed a long time, eagerly watching the game animals which were unconscious of any hunters' presence. One of the sheep, a yearling, began to jump up and down, bouncing like a rubber ball in its sportive antics, which almost made John laugh as he watched it. Turning to look at this, the smaller ram paced off to the right, followed now by the larger ram.
"Lay hold! Raise! Shoulder!" drawled Mr. Jordan, with tantalizing slowness. The yearling squad, each man feeling the cut of the sharp corners of the heavy balk on his right shoulder, yet, bearing it patiently, awaited the next command. "Mr. Jordan, this is not a loafing contest," admonished Prescott in a low voice. "For -ward!" ordered Jordan with provoking deliberation.
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