"I hope I'll like him," he answered reservedly.
"Well, if you hope you'll like him, you ought to think you'll like him. He'll turn the corner of that rock in just a minute, and then you can see him. Do you want to see him?"
"Why, yes—do you?" he replied, amused at her girlish enthusiasm.
"Do I?" she echoed. "Why, I haven't seen him since last night. There he is!" Waving her hand wildly, she cried out: "Hello, John!"
The rider was now close at hand, for Madison's voice was heard in all the fullness of its rich, deep tones:
"Hello, girlie! How's everything?"
"Fine!" she called back. "Do hurry."
"Tell that to this horse, will you? The word 'hurry' is not in his dictionary."
"I'm coming down to meet you," she called again.
"All right!" came the answer.