"Hello! how are you? Glad to see you. How's your folks? Been well?" asked Jenkins, suddenly thinking he had been remiss in his usual politeness. These questions were accompanied by a profound bow and scrape of his foot upon the earth.
The being before him paid no heed to these demonstrations, but repeated her remark:
"So you made your escape, did you?"
"Very well, I thank you, how's your health?"
"You have escaped, I say?"
"Oh! yes, a pleasant day."
The personage paused and looked at him in astonishment. The truth of the matter was, Jenkins was so confused that he did not comprehend a single remark made by her. He continued bowing and scraping and speaking incoherently until, at last, his senses returned. The Frontier Angel merely gazed at him with a wondering expression, in which not a particle of mirth could be seen. Waiting a few moments, she once more repeated her remark.
"Oh—you spoke of escape, did you? Yes, I managed to get away myself."
"Were you not bound?"
"Oh, yes; with tremendous big cords."