"I hoped I had seen the last of him. But I don't believe I will let him see this coat."
Little Snap quickly decided to conceal the garment under his saddle, and he had just accomplished this purpose as the horseman rode up.
"Hello, Mr. Lewis! I am glad to meet you again. I have heard of your adventure here, and I could not refrain from riding down to see the place. Particularly as I hoped to have the pleasure of your company back."
Little Snap was remounting his horse, and he made no reply to the speech.
Mr. Goings was extravagant in his praises of the postboy's ride for life.
"It must have been a thrilling situation. At Salt Works, where the whole account is known, they look upon you as a hero."
"But you seem to be in a hurry to move on, so I won't detain you. We can talk as we ride along."
"I am two hours behind time," said Little Snap.
"But no one can blame you for that, under the circumstances. They should reward you for heroic conduct instead."
The postboy making no reply to this, nothing farther was said, until, as they were leaving Tripping Waters Valley they met a party from Salt Works going down to view the scene of the flood.