Tad rode in as fresh as if he had not had a sleepless vigil. His rest of late had been more or less irregular, but it seemed to have not the slightest effect either on his spirits or his appetite.
All felt the relief from the strain of the night's watching and it was a more sociable company that gathered at the table than had been the case on the previous evening.
"Well, how do you like being a sheepman?" asked Mr. Simms jovially.
"It's better than being lost in the mountains and being shot at by cowmen," averred Tad.
"Perhaps you'll have a chance to enjoy the latter pleasure, still," said Mr. Simms. "I do not delude myself that we are out of danger yet; it may be that they have taken warning and given it up."
"What are the plans for to-day?" asked Ned Rector.
"The herd will graze on, and later in the day we shall move the camp five or six miles up the range. See any Indians last night?"
"No," answered the boys, sobering a little.
"Old Hicks is authority for the statement that they were hovering somewhere near during the night."
"How does he know?" asked Tad.