CHAPTER XXXVII
A RESPONSIBLE CITIZEN
Dillon and Hollister were lounging on the bank of Elk Creek through the heat of the day. They had been chasing a jack-rabbit across the mesa for sport. Their broncos were now grazing close at hand.
“Ever notice how a jack-rabbit jumps high when it’s crowded?” Dud asked idly.
Bob nodded. “Like a deer. Crowd one an’ he gets to jumpin’ high. ’D you see that jack turn a somersault just as I threw my rope the last time?”
Dud’s keen eyes ranged the landscape. They were on the edge of the mesa where it dipped down into the valley. Since he and Bob had decided to preëmpt a quarter-section each, it had become a habit of his to study the localities over which they rode.
“Country looks good round here,” he suggested.
“Yes,” agreed his friend.