XLVI.

Clus on the heels of that unseen hoss, I rode on the side of the turnin' herd, An' once in a while I answer'd back A shout or a whistle or cheerin' word-- From lips no lightnin' was strong tew show. 'Twas sort of scareful, that midnight ride; But we'd got our backs tew the gulch--fur that I'd hev foller'd a curiouser sort of guide!