"Why, it's li'l Sally!"
"I take it you two know each other," said her husband mildly.
"Do we? Why, we were raised together, Tom. Lafe was one of my best beaux. Weren't you, Lafe?"
"Ain't got over it yet," said Lafe.
The widow put in a reminder that she was on earth by a furtive pull at Mrs. Floyd's sleeve. Lafe said, "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," very correctly, and shook hands. After the hand shake he looked at Mrs. Tracey again, with a new interest. The boss shouted for his horse. He could never be idle a minute.
"Let's go home. Reb, give Johnson your horse and double up with one of the boys. I'm sure getting hungry."
Laughing and indulging in horse-play, the Lazy L men set out. Mrs. Tracey paired off with Floyd and took especial pains to lead him well in advance. There would have been nothing in this maneuver but for her manner of executing it.
"What does she mean by that?" said Sally hotly.
"Who? What?"
"The way she went off there. Didn't you see her? You'd think we—oh, I don't know how to say it."