“Heavens an’ earth! Kin anybody do that fer ’im?”
“Sure.”
“Then look here, Sandy Larch: I’m goin’ to Prescott.”
“You?”
“Yes, me; why not? You say anybody kin see the Gov’nor fer ’im. Well: they ain’t many people knows Dave Marden much better ’n I did once. I rather reckon he’d do ’s much fer me ’s fer you.”
There was a deeper hue in the speaker’s cheek than even excitement had touched it to: but the foreman did not notice it.
“Bully fer you Kate!” he cried. “I’m inclined to think well o’ that scheme o’ your’n.”
“I’ll have to hustle if I’m goin’ to git away to-day.” Mrs. Hallard was practical and alert at once. “I guess I can skip back an’ git ready to catch the night train. That’ll get me to Prescott in the morning.”
“Westcott, he’s just gone up on the noon run,” Sandy explained. “He’ll be goin’ on to Phoenix I reckon.”
“Lord! I don’t wanter see him. I’m glad I couldn’t get that train if I tried.” Mrs. Hallard was already riding away.