“What is it?”
“When that fight comes off, fix things so I can observe it. I know it’ll be a hummer.”
Alden could not help smiling.
“I’m sure I have no objection, but I don’t see much chance of obliging you. He has left here and isn’t likely to come back.”
“But I can fix things so as to ride to the next station when the mail comes in from the east.”
“Well, if you are in the neighborhood, I’ll give you a reserved seat.”
“That’s the talk; I’ll do my best.”
“You mustn’t forget that he is running away from me.”
Cal swung the other leg over its mate and submerged a fly that was groping far beyond ordinary hydraulic range. Raising his hand he protested: