CHAPTER XXII.
THE WHITE WASTE Warden and Singleton had been in Willets on the day the storm broke.
They had ridden into town early, and when they saw the low-flying clouds sweeping down from the north Singleton grinned maliciously, with a significance that Warden could not mistake.
"Warden, it's goin' to storm," he said.
Warden glanced at the other, understandingly.
"Looks a whole lot like it, Singleton.

And we can be more comfortable at the Two Diamond than in town." "Right," grinned Singleton.

"An' we'd better hit the breeze right now, for she's comin' fast." As they mounted their horses in front of the building that contained Warden's office, the latter looked sharply at Singleton.
"Givens and Link ought to be busy by now.

You say your men reported that the Circle L men stocked Number One line camp yesterday ?" "She's stocked!" laughed Singleton; "Tulerosa an' Denver brought word.
An' the herd was on the big level north of the camp.

They'll head straight for that break because they'll hit it before they hit the basin.