-house. There it was evident that the breakfast had
been unduly hurried; there were no biscuits in sight, for one thing,
though Patsy was lumbering about the stove frying hot-cakes. They were
in too great a hurry to wait for them, however. They swallowed their
coffee hurriedly, bolted a few mouthfuls of meat and fried eggs, and let
it go at that.

Weary looked at then with a faint smile. "I'm going to give a few of you
fellows a chance to herd sheep to-day," he announced, cooling his coffee
so that it would not actually scald his palate. "That's why I wanted
you to get some grub into you. Some of you fellows will have to take the
trail up on the hill, and meet us outside the fence, so when we chase
'em through you can make a good job of it this time. I wonder--"

"You don't need to call out the troops for that job; one man is
enough to put the fear uh the Lord into then herders," Andy remarked
slightingly. "Once they're on the move--"

"All right, my boy; we'll let you be the man," Weary told him promptly.
"I was going to have a bunch of you take a packadero outfit down toward
Boiler Bottom and comb the breaks along there for horses--and I sure
do hate to spend the whole day chasing sheepherders around over the
country. So we'll haze 'em through the fence again, and, seeing you feel
that way about it, I'll let you go around and keep 'em going. And, if
you locate their camp, kinda impress it on the tender, if you can round
him up, that the Flying U ain't pasturing sheep this spring. No matter
what kinda talk he puts up, you put the run on 'em till you see 'em
across One-Man coulee. Better have Patsy put you up a lunch--unless
you're fond of mutton."

Andy twisted his mouth disgustedly. "Say, I'm going to quit handing out
any valuable advice to you, Weary," he expostulated.

"Haw-haw-haw-w-w!" laughed Big Medicine, and slapped Andy on the
shoulder so that his face almost came in contact with his plate.
"Yuh will try to work some innercent man into sheepherdin', will yuh?
Haw-haw-haw-w! You'll come in tonight blattin'--if yuh don't stay out
on the range tryin' t' eat grass, by cripes! Andy had a little lamb that
follered him around--"

"Better let Bud take that herdin' job, Weary," Andy suggested. "It won't
hurt him--he's blattin' already."

"If you think you're liable to need somebody along," Weary began,
soft-heartedly relenting, "why, I guess--"

"If I can't handle two crazy sheepherders without any help, by gr