CHAPTER XXV.
THE GREAT STAMPEDE.
“How is it going, Jack? All quiet?”
Walt Phelps paused in his ride around the herd to address his chum.
“Yes, everything is going splendidly, Walt. Dynamite’s a real cow–pony.”
“No doubt about that. Well, I’ll ride on; we must keep circling the herd.”
“You’re right. They seem a bit restless.”
Walt rode off with a word of farewell, while Jack flicked Dynamite with the quirt and proceeded in the opposite direction.