To add to his perplexity, a light fog was drifting over the plain from the southeast, shutting out what little view there was in the early morning light.
The cattle were now grazing as contentedly as if they never had known such an experience as a stampede. It was useless, however, to attempt to drive them, for he might be leading them away from camp instead of toward it.
Tad was wet and hungry, and now that he was able to get a look at himself, he discovered that his belt was about the only whole thing left of his equipment. Scarcely a vestige of his trousers remained; his shirt hung in ribbons, his hat was lost and his leggins had been stripped off clean.
Tad laughed heartily as he surveyed himself.
"Well, I am a sight! I guess I shall need a whole new harness before I drive cattle much more."
All he could do now was to wait for the sun to rise. Then, he might be able to determine something about his position.
But the sun was a long time in making its appearance that day.