t because you're a little
hot under the collar, don't do anything brash, for fear you may regret
it afterward. I'm due to take a little pasear myself this summer, and
I always did like to be well mounted. Now, don't get your back up or
attempt to stand up any bluffs, for I can whip you in any sized circle
you can name. You never saw me burn powder, did you? Well, just you keep
on acting the d---- fool if you want a little smoke thrown in your face.
Just fool with me and I'll fog you till you look like an angel in the
clouds."

But old man Don reached us, and raised his hand. I threw the reins back
over the horse's head. Tolleston was white with rage, but before he
could speak our employer waved us aside and said, "Tom, you and Quince
clear right out of here and I'll settle this matter. Arch, there's your
remuda. Take it and go about your business or say you don't want to.
Now, we know each other, and I'll not mince or repeat any words with
you. Go on."

"Not an inch will I move until I get another horse," hissed Tolleston
between gasps. "If it lies between you and me, then I'll have one in
place of that gray, or you'll get another foreman. Now, you have my
terms and ticket."

"Very well then, Archie; that changes the programme entirely," replied
Lovell, firmly. "You'll find your private horse in the small pasture,
and we'll excuse you for the summer. Whenever a man in my employ gets
the impression that I can't get along without him, that moment he
becomes useless to me. It seems that you are bloated with that idea, and
a season's rest and quiet may cool you down and make a useful man of you
again. Remember that you're always welcome at my ranch, and don't let
this make us strangers," he called back as he turned away.

Riding over with us to where a group were sitting on their horses, our
employer scanned the crowd without saying a word. Turning halfway in his
saddle, he looked over towards Flood's remuda and said: "One of you
boys please ride over and tell Paul I want him." During the rather
embarrassing interim, the conversation instantly changed, and we
borrowed tobacco and rolled cigarettes to kill time.

Priest was rather slow in making his appearance, riding leisurely, but
on coming up innocently inquired of his employer, "Did you want to see
me?"

"Yes. Paul, I've just lost one of my foremen. I need a good reliable
man to take a herd to Fort Washakie. It's an Indian agency on the head
waters of the North P