“Can’t you have the goods come by rail to Jackleg?” asked the foreman, somewhat surprised by the request.
Now, Jackleg was not on the same railroad as Amarillo. Frances shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Sam. There’s something particular I must get at Amarillo.”
“You going with the wagon, Miss Frances?”
“Yes. I want a good man to drive–Bender, or Mack Hinkman. None of the Mexicans will do. We’ll stop at Peckham’s Ranch and at the hotel in Calas on the way.”
“Whatever ye say,” said Sam. “When do ye want to go?”
“Day after to-morrow,” responded Frances, briskly. “It will be all right then?”
“Sure,” agreed Silent Sam. “I’ll fix ye up.”
Frances had several important things to do before the time stated. And, too, before that time, something quite unexpected happened.