“Perhaps he is one of those who do not boast of their acquaintance with sheepherders.”
“Kate!” he protested vigorously.
She regarded him with a faint inscrutable smile until Bowers interrupted:
“How many bells shall I put on them yearlin’s?”
“One in fifty; and cut those five wethers out of the ewe herd. Catch those yearling ewes with the wether earmark and change to the shoe-string.”
“What do you want done with that feller in the pen?”
“Saw his horn off and I’ll throw him into the buck herd later.”
“Where’ll Oleson hold his sheep?”
“Well up the creek; and if he lets them mix again—”
“He says he can’t do nothin’ without a dog,” Bowers ventured.