“Over the mountains,” replied Hardy, jerking his thumb toward the east.
“Don’t have no sheep over there, do they?” inquired Swope.
“Nope, nothing but cattle and horses.”
“Ump!” grunted the sheepman, and then, as if the matter was settled thereby, he said: “All right, pardner, bein’ as you put it that way, I reckon I’ll go around.”
CHAPTER VII
HELL’S HIP POCKET
In the days of Ahaz, king of Judah, Isaiah the son of Amoz is reported to have seen in a vision a wolf which dwelt with a lamb, while a lion ate straw like an ox, and a weaned child put his hand in the cockatrice’s den. Equally beautiful, as a dream, was the peace at Hidden Water, where sheepman and cattleman sat down together in amity; only, when it was all over, the wolf wiped his chops and turned away with a wise smile––the millennium not having come, as yet, in Arizona.