“Oh, yes, you will, Annie! We’ve passed the cholera belt. The sun rides higher every day; and I’m sure you’ll soon be all right.”
“Did you notice that big handsome Scotchman who seemed to be the boss of that freighters’ outfit?” asked Mrs. McAlpin, addressing Jean, and emerging from her hiding-place in one of the wagons after the outfit had passed out of sight and hearing and the Ranger company had encamped.
“Yes, Mrs. McAlpin. He seemed master of the situation.”
“Do you think he discovered me or mamma?”
“I didn’t think to notice whether he saw either of you or not.”
“I kept out of his sight, and made mamma do likewise.”
“Did you know him?”
“May I trust you, Jean?”
“Why, certainly! What’s up?”