"To-morrow!" repeated Rob.
"You're guessing. That gives us to-night to get ready; we'll make one first-class early start for Shoshone in the morning."
"To-morrow!"
"Say," said Garnett, turning to Rob, who sat as if he were dreaming, "don't use so many words. It sort of confuses me."
"You think we can do it?" asked Rob. It seemed too good to be true, and he was afraid that he should show his feeling.
"Can we! Well, I guess we can! You wait until you get in the rig behind that team of cayuses. You'll do it, hands down."
Rob looked at Garnett. He did not speak, but in his mute, eloquent gaze Garnett saw that what he had wished for had at last come to pass: Holliday was ready to be his friend!
"Isn't it queer," Harry said, after a moment's silence, "the way some people can take other people's mistakes and blunders and turn them into other people's good fortune!"
"Ain't you got an awful lot of folks mixed up in that?" asked Garnett.
"Not so many as you might guess, if you wanted to," said Harry, laughing, as she rose and went inside to her work.