Whitey didn't know that it was time to quit for the day at the grinding-mill--and it would not have done him any good if he had.
But he knew that it was lonely on the prairie.

And that he had come only about a third of the way to the Star Circle Ranch.

So he supposed he must be in for another walk, for he wouldn't go back to Willer Bend for that Felix, not if he died for it.

He started determinedly on his course.

He might meet some one who would give him a lift.