The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1918-02-14

could the better take in her surround
ingS and the possibilities of getting
down.
Blue had caught sight Of the moving
SpeckS far down next the river and up
the stream half a mile or more. He
was q cOw-horse to the bone. He knew
those far-Off specks for cattle, and he
knew that his lady would like closer
look Mt them.
Blue chose his trail and Crumpled
ut the knees with his hOofs on the very
edge of the ledge; went down with a
planted close together. He had no
mind to go on sliding in spite of him
self, and the bluff was certainly steep
enough to excuse bungle.
1t was with distinct air of triumph
that Blue reached the bottom, even
though he slid the last forty feet on
his launches and landed belly-deep in
soft snowbank. 1t was with triumph
to match his perky ears that Billy Lou
Use leaned and slapped him on the
neck. 1--WE made it," she cried, "and
l didn't have to walk step, did l,
Blue? You're there with the goods,
all rightw
Blue scrambled out of the bank to
firm footing on the rlpened grass of
the bottom, and with toss of his head
set off in swinging lOpe, swerving
now and then to avoid badger hole
or half-Sunken rock. They had done
something new, those two; they had
reached place where neither had ever
been before, and Blue acted as If he
knew it and glOried in the escapade
quite as much as did his lady.
The cattle spied them and went trot-
ting away up the river, and Blue quick
cned his stride little and followed
after. Billy Louise left the reins upon
alone quite as skillfully as with q
rider, If he chose.
The cattle began to swerve away
from them, closer to the river. Blue
pulled ahead q little, swerving Also
and as Billy Louise tightened the
rcins, he slowed and circled them craft
lily until they huddled on the steep
bank, uncertain which way to so. Billy
Louise pulled Blue down to walk as
she drew near and eyed the cattle
sharply. They did not look like any of
hers, after all. There were five dry
cows and two steers.
One of the steers stood broadside
to Billy Louise. The brand stared out
from his dngy red side, the most con-
spicuOus thing about him. Billy Lou
Use caught her breath. There was no
| faintest line that failed to drive its
message into her range-trained brain.
| She stared and stared. Blue looked
around at her inquiringly, reproach-
fully. Billy Louise sent him slowly
forward and stirred up the hoddled
little bunch. She read the brand on
each one; read the story they shouted
at her, of bungling theft.
Finally she swung Blue on the down.
stream side and shouted the range
cattle cry. The animals turned awk-
wardly and went upstream, as they
had been going before Billy Louise
stopped them. Blue followed watch.
fully after, content with the game he
was playing. Where the bluffs drew
close again to the river, the cattle
climbed to narrow, shelving trail
picking their way carefully along the
bluff. Below them 1t fell sheer to the
river; above them it rose steeply, a
blackened tumble, save where the snow
of the last storm lay drifted.
Billy Louise had never known there
was a trail up this gorge. She eyed II
critically and saw where boulders had
been moved here and there to make
its passage possible. Her lips were
set close together and they still bore
the imprint of her contempt.
She thought of Ward. Mentally she
abased herself before him because OF
her doubts. How she had dared think
him thief? Her brave buckaroo