The foreman halted and the wagon stopped with a creak, as of relief.
"Just foller on down and swing to the left. Keep right on. You'll pass the state boundry," Beck heard Hepburn say.
The wagon started again and Dad joined him.
"Goin' some place?" Tom asked.
"Utah. He was askin' the way."
Just then the girl came within easy talking distance.
"Goin' far?" Tom asked.
"Not so very fur," the other replied sullenly and swung a worn quirt against her boot.
They rode on after their horses.
"Nesters," Beck commented grimly. "They're a bad lot to see comin' in."