"Bad job," was Adrian's only reply.
"If the horses were only our Wyoming cow ponies, they'd come at our call."
"But they're not," replied Adrian.
For several minutes neither spoke, but lay silently watching the movements of the men about the horses.
"How many can you make out, Ad?"
"Five."
"I don't see but four."
Adrian pointed to the left, about ten or twelve feet, to one who stood alone.
"What's he doing there?"
"Give it up." Then a moment later: "I have it!"