“That lady ridin' point is the lady herself,” Andy murmured, edging behind Weary and Pink as the flutter came closer. “That's Florence Grace Hallman, boys.”
“Well, by golly, git out and speak your little piece, then!” muttered Slim, and gave Andy an unexpected push that sent him staggering out into the open just as the leaders were coming up.
“Why, how de do, Mr. Green!” cried the blonde leader of the flock. “This is an unexpected pleasure, I'm sure.”
“Yes ma'am, it is,” Andy assented mildly, with an eye cocked sidewise in search of the guilty man.
The blonde leader paused, her flock coming to a fluttering, staring stand behind her. The nostrils of the astonished Happy Family caught a mingled odor of travel luncheons and perfume.
“Well, where have you been, Mr. Green? Why didn't you come and see me?” demanded Florence, Grace Hallman in the tone of one who has a right to ask leading questions. Her cool, brown, calculating eyes went appraisingly over the Happy Family while she spoke.
“I've been right around here, all the time,” Andy gave meek account of himself. “I've been busy.”
“Oh. Did you go over the tract, Mr. Green?” she lowered her voice.
“Yes-s—I went over it.”
“And what do you think of it—privately?”