She kept on running still thinking he was in pursuit. As she rounded a corner of the house she met him face to face and it was too late to escape. That time he caught her and gave her the whipping which he thought she needed. Perhaps it was from that event, came the old saying: "I whipped a woman once fifty years old, and I believe T could have whipped her had she been a hundred."

Below the Circle Arrow at Kimball was one of the bivouacing places of the roundup. It was on the hank of the Lodgepole. below the lower ranch fence. Here the outfits always paused in passing, and from here the boys could go t<> \.ntelopeville fur recreation. One

time, they left at the camp a big bully of a Dutch butcher who was acting in the capacity of cook and a young fat kid about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Almost invariably there is a kid on the round-up, or with the trail wagon, or, for that matter, anywhere else in the early west, and he is usually the object of a great many rough jokes and ill-temper. This kid, being fat, was no exception.

On this occasion, as the boys returned, singly or in pairs, at eventide, they found the kid strutting about the camp in high feather. He told them that he had been boss for the day. It appeared that the bully had begun to work off his ugly feelings, by abusing the kid, finally daring him to fight, and offering to let him tie his hands behind him, and start in. The kid did tie his hands securely, and then jumping on his horse he threw a rope over the cook, and dragged him into the creek, and up and down the creek a number of times, nearly drowning him.