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Enough is Enough “You don’t act like you’re one bit glad to see me. Maybe you think I’m my own spook. Well, I ain’t—if you don’t believe me, just feel that,’’ poking Bradley in the ribs, anything but gently. ‘Feels sorta hard an’ solid for a spook’s thumb, don’t it now, pardner?”’ Bradley reached out suddenly, seized the hand that had poked him and held it in a grip of iron. He tried to speak, but his voice failed. His face twitched and quivered strangely, and his eyes, blurred with tears, looked straight into his com- rade’s. Mason, for the first time sensing the depth of the other’s emotion, sobered at once. “I take it all back, old-timer. Reckon you’re glad to see me, all right. But you’re no gladder’n I am to be here instead of—well, where I mighta been.” Bradley found his voice at last. ‘Thank God, I won’t have to tell Rand what—what I might ’a’ had to tell him.” he burst out huskily and fervently; and then, his self-possession regained, he volleyed questions in rapid succession. “How far did it carry you, Steve? Where’s the cayuses?P How——” “One at a time, old man.” interrupted Mason with a laugh. ik “‘The slide carried us a quarter of a mile or so—and let me tell you right now, that was sure some ride. lost my new hat! We slowed up an’ stopped in some stunted timber where the slope flattens some on a sort of a bench— Dave, I darn near 153 an’ believe me, old-timer, the jump-off right below that bench is a hair-raiser. “‘There’s only a little snow in scattered patches down there—this thaw has melted it darn near all away. Blue was out onto bare ground almost as soon as I was, an’ nibblin’ at a bush, just like nothin’ at all had happened—cool as a cucumber.” He leaned forward and patted the mare’s neck affectionately. “‘An’ say, Dave,” he continued, “I could see where that other slide crossed that same bench. It never stopped! Those poor broncs went over that jump-off, plumb to the river. It makes me sorta sick to think about it.” ‘‘Where’d you leave the other broncs?” “Rattler an’ Baldy an’ Smokey were half- buried, but I got ’em out at last an’ took the whole outfit around the point to the trail, a half-mile or so from here. Left ’em tied to a tree. The rest of the string passed along there—I saw their tracks. Guess they’re at Camp Three by now. Well, Dave, now you know all about it, so let’s go back an’ round up those fool cayuses that stampeded up trail.” “Not much we won’t!” blazed Bradley hotly. “Darn their fool hides, let ’em find cheir own way down to Camp Three. Neither you nor me is goin’ back along that trail this day! A horse is a horse, but a man’s aman! And enough is enough!” Mason grinned hugely. , “Guess you're right, old-timer. Enough is enough—an’ I reckon I’ve had enough to last me for today, anyhow!” 1DOO C©@