"Ha, ha!" she cried, as she came up with them, her face wreathed in smiles. "Thought you'd go without me, eh?"
"Didn't think you'd care about such a commonplace thing as chasing a wolf," said Ted.
"Well, I'm going," she answered, putting her pony into a gallop.
They rode for the lower pasture, which ran up into the foothills of Sombrero Peak, where the recent depredations of the wolves had been bothering the cow-punchers.
They passed small herds of cattle grazing here and there, attended by herders, who waved their hands to the trio as they swept past.
As they were entering the foothills Ted's keen eye caught sight of a slinking form on the rise of a hill running parallel with their path.
He reined in suddenly and looked long at it.
"By Jove, I believe that's our game over there," he said. "Take a look at it, Bud and Stella. Don't you think that is White Fang?"
"It shore is, er his twin brother," said Bud, to which Stella nodded acquiescence.
"Take it easy," said Ted. "We'll ride toward him, and when we get as close as we can without his bolting, put your spurs to it and chase him for all you're worth. He can run like a scared rabbit."