On the boundary line alert and eager punchers rode at a canter to and fro, watching the herds to the south of them, and quick to turn back all that strayed across the line. Just east of the middle point of the boundary Red and Johnny met and compared notes, and both reported the same state of affairs, which was that the cattle came constantly nearer.
Johnny removed his field glasses from his eyes.
"There's punchers with that herd, Red. Three of 'em."
"I reckoned so."
"Wonder what they think they're going to do?"
"We'll know purty soon."
"They're coming this way."
"If you had th' brains of a calf you'd know they wouldn't go south."
"Think they're going to rush us?" Johnny asked, eagerly.
"No; course not!" retorted Red. "They're going to make 'em stand on their heads!"