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grunted. "I filled this pail before sundown, an' it's near empty now. Too much bacon, I reckon."
Quigley laughed softly. "Water is one thing we don't have to worry about at all. That ditch was a great idea."
Could he have followed the ditch in the dark he would have been surprised to have seen the dam across it, and the cut through the artificial bank, where Luke Tedrue and a commandeered shovel had released the little stream and let it flow to Rustler Creek along its old, original bed down a shallow gully. That was Johnny's idea; but after the old scout had carried it out, he had an idea of his own which pleased him greatly, and he acted upon it without loss of time.
The cook stirred and sat up, feeling for his pipe, which was always his first act upon awakening. He grunted sleepily and sat on the edge of his bunk. "This is a whole lot like bein' in jail," he yawned. "An' what do you think? I dreamed that somebody had just tapped a keg of beer, an' when I sidled over to see that none of it was wasted, why I woke up! That's allus my luck. How soon'll it be daylight? That dream made me thirsty. Where's that cussed water bucket?"
"Right where it was th' last time you found it," grinned Purdy. "It ain't moved none at all."
"Yo're right, it ain't," grumbled the cook, scraping
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