They were about to start on when a swift team came into sight. The
carriage was a platform-spring wagon, with a man and woman in the front
seat, and in the rear a couple of alert young fellows sat holding rifles
in their hands and eyeing the plain for game.
"Hello!" said the driver, in a pleasant shout. "How you getting on?"
"Pretty well," replied Bailey.
"Should say you were. I didn't know but we'd fail to overhaul you."
Burke went up to the wagon. "Well, Blanche, what do you think of
it--far's you've got?"
"Not very much," replied his wife, candidly. She was a handsome woman,
but looked tired and a little cross, at the moment. "I guess I'll get
out and ride with you," she added.
"Why, no! What for?" asked Rivers, hastily. "Why not go right along out
to the store with us?"
"Why, yes; that's the thing to do, Blanche. We'll be along soon," said
Burke. "Stay where you are."
She sat down again, as if ashamed to give her reason for not going on
with these strange men.
"I was just in the middle of a story, too," added Rivers, humorously.
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