“Sens noon,” she said hesitatingly.
“Since the earthquake?”
“Wot's that?”
The man came impatiently towards her. “How did you come here?”
“Got outer the wagon to walk. I reckon dad missed the trail, and hez got off somewhere where I can't find him.”
“What trail was he on,—where was he going?”
“Sank Hozay,* I reckon. He was goin' up the grade—side o' the hill; he must hev turned off where there's a big rock hangin' over.”
* San Jose.
“Did you SEE him turn off?”
“No.”