"Excuse me, ma'am. Ain't I seen you before?" he asked.
"That's what I was wondering," Harry laughed. "But I can't remember your name. Mine is Harriet Holliday."
"Sure thing! It was comin' up in the train, wasn't it? Mine's Chris Garnett."
At once Harry remembered. After telling each other that they were glad to meet again, they walked on toward the tent. "Whose horses are those?" Garnett asked, pointing at the big team in the corral.
"Oh, that's the work team!"
"I thought you said your brother was off."
"Yes, he's riding one of the horses we're boarding."
"A colt?"
"No, you see there were two old—I mean good, broken horses in the bunch. Rob and the fellow who owns the horses are riding them."