The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-24

Boyar, the black pony, clattered up and stopped. Hello, folky!" said Lou ise, purposely including the boy in her greeting.
 Collie flushed happily. Then a bit terness grew in his heart as he thought of his friend Overland, hunted from town to town by the same law that protected these people-an unjust law that they observed and fostered.
 sWell?" said Stone.
 Collie's gaze was on the ground. "I don't know," he .muttered.
 "Well, good luck to you!' And the ponies swung into that philosophical lone of the western horse who knows his journey's length.
 Tho figures of the riders grew small CT. Still the boy stood in the road watching them. Undecided, he gazed. Then came an answer to his stubborn self questioning. Louise glanced hack glanced back for an instant in mute sympathy with his loneliness. Slowly the boy turned and entered the jail. He folded his coat over his arm, stepped outside and closed the door.
 Before him stretched the hot gray level of Fl Cannino Rem. the road to the beyond. From it branched a mar rover road reaching up into the south ern hills-on, up to the mysterious Moonstone canyon, with it's singing stream and its gracious shade. Some where beyond, higher and in the shnd- owy fastness of the great ranges, lay the Moonstone ranch-her home.
 q guess, steppin' up smart, I'll be there just about in time for supper" said the boy. And. whistling cheerily, he set his feet toward the south and the Moonstons trail
 CHAPTER VII, sco Rope. . cayuss.'
 A ETMR week of wedding in the vegetable garden Collie was h put to work repairing fence.
 Thera were many miles of it, inclosing some 10000 acres of grazing land and the cross fencing of the oat alfalfa, fruit and vegetable acreage.
 The Moonstone rancho vas well or. dered under tho direct supervision Of Walter. Stones foreman. Brand VII Hams. Williams was Wyoming cow man of the old school, taciturn. lean sinewy.
 Collis stood awaiting the foreman's instructions.
 Ever mend fencs3" asked Williams
 Nope"
 sGpod. Tbsn you can learn right Go rope cayuss, get some staples and that leetle ax In my ofice and 50 to 1t. There's plenty fspce."
 The Co rope cayuse" moments r1ly staggered the boy. Nit he went silently to fhe corral. secured a .riat;.. and by puszling the plsyful ponies lh5 his amateur tactics he finally entansled ABaldy," white faced COW pony of peaceful mien but uncertain iisposI- ton.
 Williams, watching the performance. laxily rolled straw paper cigarette.
 snubbed to the post, bridled and snd- dled awkwardly, Badly gave no out ward sign of his malignant hnward in. tent of getting rid Of the Ida the min ute he mounted.
 Williams slowly drew match across his sleeve from elbow to wrist, ending with flame that was extremely con venient to his cigarette. He wasted no effort at anything. He was a mau who never .met a yawn halfway, but only gave in to 1t when actuafly obliged to. Collie climbed into the saddle and started for the corral gate. He arrived there far ahead of the horse. He eos to his feet and brushed his knees. The pony was humping round the corral with marvellous agility for 70 old a horpe
 "He never did like a left handed man." said Williams gravely. Next time, get on him from the other side and see if he don't behave. Hold on; don't be in hurry. Let him throw a few more jumps, then he'll quit for to, day most likely. And, say, son, if he does take to buckm' with you again, don't choke that saddle to death hang. in on to the horn. Set up straight. Lean a little back and clinch your AAsS~Ss AVA A 6St RAAC4 s1ntuOW, Dut you might as well start right"
 The hoy approached the horse again. secured the dangling reins and again mounted. Baldy was as demure as a spinster in church. He actually looked pious.
 Collie urged the pony toward the gate. Baldy reared. n
 "A spade bit ain't made to pull teeth with. although you can," said VII Hams. "Baldy's old. but his teeth are all good yet. Just easy now Ride in your saddle, not on your reins. That's 1t! And say, kid, would "a got them staples and that ax before crawlin' the hoss, eh?''
 Collie flushed. He dismounted and walked to the forsman's once When he returned to the corral the horse was gone. Williams still sat on the corral bars smoking and gazing earnestly at nothing.
 Round the corner of the stable Col. lie saw the pony. his nose peacefully submerged in the water trough, but his eye wide and vigilant. The boy