watchful, peering narrowly against the morning
sunlight. Presently the figure reappeared, lower
against the gray background, moving slowly as
before, evidently crouching. Lower it came,
quarter down the slope, half-way, then again disappeared.
Johnson broke the tense silence.

"Sheepherder!" he snapped, and turned savage
eyes back upon Jim.

But Glover leaped to his feet. "If that's a
sheepherder," he cried, making for the horses at
a ran, "then I'm a sheep!"

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