While Andy Green, with brown head bent attentively, listened eagerly and added a sentence or two on his own account now and then, and smiled--which he had not been in the habit of doing lately.
"Say, you fellers are gittin' awful energetic, ain't yuh ?--wranglin' horses afoot!" Happy Jack bantered at the top of his voice when he passed them by.

"Better save up your strength while you kin.

Weary's goin' to set us herdin' sheep agin--and I betche there's goin' to be something more'n herdin' on our hands before we git through." "I wouldn't be a bit surprised if there was," sang out Andy, as cheerfully as if he had been invited to dance "Ladies' choice" with the prettiest girl in the crowd.

"Wonder what hole he's going to dump this bunch into," he added to the Native Son.

"By gracious, he ought to send 'em just as far north as he can drive 'em without paying duty! I'd sure take 'em over into Canada, if it was me running the show." "It was a mistake," the Native Son volunteered, "for the whole bunch to go off like we did to-day.