"It just occurred to me in time," said Wallie, complacently.
"You don't s'pose any of 'em'll slip out and run back?"
"No, I think we're all right if nothing more happens between here and the ranch."
After a time Pinkey remarked:
"That lady with the bad heart—she must 'a' been scairt. I'll bet her lips were purple as a plum, don't you?"
But Wallie, who was far more interested in the probable fact that the coach as a source of revenue could no longer be counted on than in the colour of Miss Eyester's lips, mumbled that he didn't know.