They formed a compact woolly mass, rather white in color, with a tinge of pink.

When Flo climbed up on the fence the flock plunged as one animal and with a trampling roar ran to the far side of the corral.
Several old rams with wide curling horns faced around; and some of the ewes climbed up on the densely packed mass.

Carley rather enjoyed watching them.

She surely could not see anything amiss in this sight.
The next corral held a like number of sheep, and also several Mexicans who were evidently driving them into a narrow lane that led farther down.

Carley saw the heads of men above other corral fences, and there was also a thick yellowish smoke rising from somewhere.
"Carley, are you game to see the dip ?" asked Flo, with good nature that yet had a touch of taunt in it.
"That's my middle name," retorted Carley, flippantly.
Both Glenn and this girl seemed to be bent upon bringing out Carley's worst side, and they were succeeding.