"I reckon I'm some of a fox myself. They ain't set no trap what I've put my paw inter yet."
Ted and Stella rode on to Kit's camp to see how Follansbee was getting on, and found him doing nicely, but Stella laughed at the bandages Bud had put on the wounded cow-puncher, and insisted on redressing the wound.
Stella was a master hand at bandaging, because she was deft of hand and was naturally sympathetic.
When she had finished with Follansbee, and had sewed his bandages so that he could not rub or drag them off, he said he felt a hundred per cent better already.
Then they proceeded toward the mountains, where the third camp, under the direction of Ben Tremont, was situated.
It was almost the dying of the day when they left Ben's camp. He had not heard of the attack on Follansbee, and Ted made it an occasion to warn Ben against the attacks of the Whipple gang, as he was in the most exposed place, being so near the mountains.
When they turned their ponies' noses toward the south again it was to ride through a part of the herd.
Ted noticed that the cattle were feeding well and that there was plenty of good, rich, well-cured grass, and that it was free of snow in big enough patches to give the cattle ample room to graze.
As they were riding along Stella drew rein.
"What's the matter with that steer over there, Ted?" she asked, pointing to a steer that was dragging one of its hind legs.