out to one of the camps and see the work by night as well as by day?"
"Good for you, Ruth!" cried Tom Cameron. "That's the game."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to do that," objected Mary Cox. "We'd have to camp out."
"Well, them that don't want to go can stay here," Jane Ann said, quickly. If anything was needed to enlist her in the cause it was the opposition of The Fox. "I'll see what Uncle Bill says."
"But, will it be dangerous?" demanded the more careful Madge.
"I've ridden at night," said Jane Ann, proudly. "Haven't I, Jimsey?"
"Just so," admitted the cowboy, gravely. "But a whole bunch o' gals might make the critters nervous."
"Too many cows would sure make the girls nervous!" laughed Bob, grinning at his sister.
But the idea once having taken possession of the minds of Ruth and her girl friends, the conclusion was foregone. Uncle Bill at first (to quote Jane Ann) "went up in the air." When he came down to earth, however, his neice was right there, ready to argue the point with him and—as usual—he gave in to her.
"Tarnashun, Jane Ann!" exclaimed the old ranchman. "I'll bet these yere gals don't get back
