“Have they gone away again?” demanded Tom.
“By goodness, yes! Two gals. One was tenderfoot all right; but ‘tother knowed her way ’round, I sh’d say.”
“Ann?” queried Ruth of Tom.
“Must have been. But the other—Say, Mrs. Crujes, tell us about them, will you, please?” he asked the Mexican woman.
“Why, this tenderfoot gal dropped off the trans-continental. Jest the train we expected you folks on. I s’pose you was the folks we expected?”
“That’s right. We’re the ones,” said Tom, hastily. “Go on.”
“The other lady, she come later. She’s Western all right.”
“Ann is from Montana,” Ruth said, deeply interested.
“So she said. I reckoned she never met up with the Eastern gal before, did she?”
“But who is the girl you speak of—the one from the East?” gasped Ruth.