“I know, Joses,” replied the Doctor. “It was my fault; and the greasers ran away?”
“Lord, master, if we’d had five hundred thousand greasers there it would have been all the same. Nothing but a troop of horse would have brought the obstinate cattle back to their corral. You won’t send out no more?”
“No, Joses, not a hoof,” said the Doctor, gloomily; and he went to his tent on the top of the mountain to ponder upon the gloomy state of their affairs.
Chapter Thirty Six.
Another Friend comes back.
Watch was set that night as usual, but it came on so pitchy dark that nothing could be made out distinctly a yard away. Bart was with the Beaver and Joses in their old place in the gallery, fortunately well-sheltered by the rock overhead, for the rain came down in torrents, and gurgled loudly as it rushed in and out of the crevices of the rock, finding its way to the plains.
“How uneasy the cattle seem!” said Bart once, as they could be heard lowing down below in the darkness.
“’Nough to make ’em,” said Joses, with a chuckle; “they’ll have got wet through to-night, and I daresay there’ll be water enough in the stable for the horses to nearly swim.”