Страница 260 из 439

He nodded impudently at Arlie, turned on his heel, and went

trailing off with jingling spur. They heard him cursing at his

horse as he mounted. The cruel swish of a quirt came to them,

after which the swift pounding of a horse's hoofs. The cow pony

had found its gallop in a stride.

The Texan laughed lightly. "Exit Mr. Briscoe, some disappointed,"

he murmured.

He noticed that none of the others shared his mirth.

CHAPTER VI -- A SURE ENOUGH WOLF