He rode silently back to camp with Bob, ate his breakfast, got into dry clothes and went out and tied his slicker deliberately and securely behind the cantle of his saddle, though the sun was shining straight into his eyes and the sky fairly twinkled, it was so clean of clouds.
Bob watched him with eyes that laughed.

"My, you're an ambitious son-of-a-gun," he chuckled.

"And you've got the slicker question settled in your mind, I see; yuh learn easy; it takes two or three soakings to learn some folks." "We've got to go back and help with the herd, haven't we ?" Thurston asked.

"The horses are all out." "Yep.

They'll stay out, too, till noon, m'son.