Partners of Chance

hey paused to rest. Not over a half-mile south stood t

and bunk-house. "A mighty neat little out

ttl

got about sixty thousa

see a big ranch,

north pasture--and they got three more about the same size, besides the regular range. But standin' in any one place you can't see any mo

d his horse round and

was afoot,"

ved the suggestion aside. "Decent nothin'! A man afoot

seemed to hesitate. Cheyenne made no explanation of their plight,

we're here," said Cheyenne, as Bar

ed down a long lane, came to another

had known you planned to walk over from An

ve," he said slowly, "you can lovin

d limped slowly to

m into the living-room. The Senator half-filled a tum

River,'"

said Bartley

dy filled with steaming water. A row of snow-white towels hung on th

s a spare razor in the cabinet, and all the fixings. And whe

heavy, deliberate step as

ath, and clean socks," murmured

of the bath. He shaved, dressed, and stepped out into

rgot. Boiled chicken, dumplings, rich gravy, mashed potatoes, creamed carrots, s

Cheyenne had had a bucket of hot water, soap, and towels and grease for his sore feet. In direct a

proportions of the house, the choice Indian blankets, the wide fireplace, and

eyenne tells me that somebody set

tell you abou

ow he came to

d the Senator of their rec

with us. He always eats with the boys. No use asking him to eat in here. And, say, Bartley, we've got a little surprise for you. One of my boys caught u

claimed Bartley. "That's good n

nd Joshua, than he did of anything on earth. I'll send one of the boys back to the water-hol

some of the people livin

ng Panhandle

ed up on walking,"

their wits and never seem to get caught. But he made a big mistake when he lifted Cheyenne's horses. Cheyenne

e wind," said Bartley. "Cheyenne hasn't said much

t. Heard you offered to take on Sears

d. "I must hav

f horses to trail Panhandle. And, judging from what Cheyenne said, he thinks you are going along

tand," sa

rs, as long as you want to s

a big temptation

ow

that I would help Cheyenne find his horses and mine. Dobe ca

nd you seem to be in prett

te the hint

agree with me

ther, Cheyenne and me, and I think I'll travel

ngs, puffed out his cheeks, and presently rose. "Bartley, I see that you're set on chousin' around

play to the gallery; so if there's anything you want on this ranch, from a posse to a pack-outf

scribed until we get b

eves on their own stamping ground ain't what