“There ain’t but two stages left,” went on Miss Hickey, with excitement. “If they don’t go in that next one, we’re all booked to go together. Say, wouldn’t that be grand?”
“No! No! No!” exclaimed Rosalie, emerging from her barrier and watching with dilated eyes.
The stage swept up to the steps. The tourists swarmed into it like bees. Again Mrs. Bruce essayed to enter, and Rosalie could see Irving draw her back, while Betsy Foster stood impassive at a little distance, observing the scene with inexpressive eyes.
CHAPTER VI
THE LAST STAGE
“I should like to know why they put us in the last stage!” demanded Mrs. Bruce, in an irate tone.
“Many advantages,” returned Irving, with a twinkle of his eyes toward Betsy.
“There are not, Irving Bruce, and you ought to have done something about it! Haven’t we always heard about the dust of the Yellowstone?”