Rowdy of the Cross L

Rowdy was sprawled ungracefully upon somebody’s bunk–he neither knew nor cared whose–and he was snoring unmelodiously, and not dreaming a thing; for when a cow-puncher has nothing in particular to do, he sleeps to atone for the weary hours when he must be very wide-awake. An avalanche descended upon his unwarned middle, and checked the rhythmic ebb and flow of sound.