"The most sensible thing you could have done; it redeems your foolishness in leaving us as you did."
"But my return was involuntary."
"How was that?"
"I thought I was miles distant, and had no idea of my location until I caught the outlines of your house; I assure you I contemplated no such performance as this."
"Well, you're here, so what's the use of talking unless you mean to mount your mare and try it again."
"Hardly that; I have too much mercy on her."
The couple walked past the dwelling to the rude but roomy shelter at the rear where the horses were sometimes placed when not in use, or when the severity of the weather made the protection necessary. There the saddle, bridle and trappings were removed from the mare, and she was made comfortable. Then the two returned to their seats at the front of the building, to smoke and chat a few minutes before retiring for the night.