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panions mounted and his black horse waiting impatiently for him. Mounting, he wheeled to face northward, but checked the horse and turned to look back in answer to a faint hail from Idaho, and grinned at the insulting gesture of the distant puncher.
He replied in kind, chuckled, and dashed forward to overtake his moving friends.
"Home!" he exulted. "Home—an' Peggy!"
