Had he remained----
But speculation gave way before the interest of movement. Now the
silhouette of the sky-line was dancing before his eyes. In the
moonlight he could clearly make out the passing of a driven herd. It
came on, losing itself in the shadows of a distant trough. Again it
appeared. More distinct now. He whistled under his breath. They were
coming from the direction of Dug McFarlane's and it was a large herd.
They were traveling northwest, which would cut into the hills away to
the north of his homestead. They----
But they were almost abreast of him now, and he heard the voices of men
urging and cursing. Lower he dropped toward the earth the better to
ascertain the numbers. But his estimate was uncertain. There were
moments when the herd looked very large. There were moments when it
looked less. He felt that a conservative estimate would be one hundred
perhaps, and some eight or ten men driving them.
They were gone as they had come, lumbering rapidly, and as they passed
northward the southern breeze carried the sound away.
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