Men rode as long as they could sit in the saddle.

Women were hysterical in the affection they lavished upon their own young.

And yet, the Kid himself opened his eyes to the sun and his mind was untroubled save where his immediate needs were concerned.

He sat up thinking of breakfast, and he spied Andy Green humped on his knees over a heap of camp-fire coals, toasting rabbit-hams--the joy of it--on a forked stick.

Opposite him Miss Allen crouched and held another rabbit-leg on a forked stick.