Rowdy of the "Cross L"
believe this would spoil him; still, every man of them was secretly a bit anxious.
On the trail, he rode in his accustomed place, and, so far as appearances went, the party had no foreman. He went forward and helped Pink take down the fence that had been so carefully put up a few hours before, and he whistled while he put it in place again, just as if he had no responsibility in the world. Then the cattle were left to themselves, and the men rode down to their old camp-ground, marked by empty tin-cans and a trodden place where had been the horse corral.
Rowdy swung down and faced the men gravely. Instinctively they stood at attention, waiting for what he had to say; they felt that the situation was so far out of the ordinary that a few remarks pertaining to their new relations would not be out of place.
He looked them over appraisingly, and met glances as grave as his own. Straight, capable fellows they were, every man of them.
"Boys," he began impressively, "you all know that from to-day on you're working under my orders. I never was boss of anything but the cayuse
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