“That’s a big contract,” reluctantly admitted a “Running W” trail boss.  “I had word on the railroad yesterday that the Arkansaw River at Dodge was only running at night.”

“Water is reported plentiful around Ogalalla and beyond,” doggedly said a pock-marked foreman.

“That’ll tempt the herds to cross over,” urged the Running W man.  “The faraway hills are always green.”

The conversation took a new tack.  “Who knows the estimate on the total drive this year?” inquired a swarthy, sun-burned little man, addressing the pock-marked foreman.

“A rough estimate places the drive at six hundred and fifty thousand head,” came the languid reply.

“There you are,” smilingly said the Running W boss, turning to Joel.  “Better revise your water estimate.”

“Not now,” answered Joel, meeting smile with smile.  “Later on I may have to hedge, but for the present, bring on your cattle.”

“That’s to the point,” languidly said a tall, blond Texan, arising.  “My cattle must have water this evening.”

The other trail foremen arose.  “We all understand,” remarked the pock-marked man to the others, “that this is the place where we drop our strays, fagged and crippled stuff.  These are the boys that Mr. Lovell mentioned as worthy of any cattle that must be abandoned.”

“At Wells Brothers’ ranch, on the Beaver,” assentingly said the little man.

“Our lead herds will not have many cripples,” said the Running W foreman, turning to the boys.  “A few days’ rest is everything to a tender-footed steer, and what cattle the lead ones drop, the rear ones have orders to bring through to you.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Joel frankly.  “We want to stock our range, and crippled cattle are as good as gold to us.”

Spurs clanked as the men turned to their mounts.  The boys followed, and Dell overtook the blond Texan.  “If you need a hand on the drag end of your herd,” said the boy to the tall foreman, “I’ll get up a fresh horse and overtake you.”

“Make it a horse apiece,” said the young man, “and I’ll sign your petition for the post office—­when this country has one.  I’m as good as afoot.”

The other foremen mounted their horses.  “I’ll overtake you,” said Joel to the trio, “as soon as I change mounts.  Whoever has the lead herd, come in on the water above the field.  The upper pools are the deepest, and let your cattle cover the water evenly.”

“I’m in the lead,” said the pock-marked man.  “But we’ll have to come up to the water in trailing formation.  The cattle have suffered from thirst, and they break into a run at sight of water, if grazed up to it.  You may take one point and I’ll take the other.”