“Ya-as,” drawled Jimsey. “But I want it to be some other man’s cattle.”
“But do you really ever have much trouble with the cattle?” asked Helen. “They all look so tame.”
“Except Old Trouble-Maker,” laughed her twin, who stood beside her.
“Looks jest like a picnic, herdin’ them mooley-cows, don’t it?” scoffed Jimsey.
“They’d ought to be on the night trick, once,” said Jane Ann. “It’s all right punching cows by daylight.”
“What’s the night trick?” asked Heavy.
“Night herding. That’s when things happen to a bunch of cows,” explained the ranchman’s niece.
“I believe that must be fun,” cried Ruth, who had come out upon the porch. “Can’t we go 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.”