"Did you get over to that dry-fork place to-day?"
"No; too busy here with these highbinders."
He spoke wearily, above a ripening suspicion that he would not much longer be annoyed in this manner. A new letter had that morning come from the intending adventurer into South America.
"I'll bet you've had a time with this new help," said Sharon.
"I've put three men at work over on that clearing, though."
"I'll get over there myself with you to-morrow; no, not tomorrow—next day after. That girl of ours gets in to-morrow noon. Have to be there, of course."
"Of course."
"She trotted a smart mile over there. Everybody says so. Family tickled to death about her. Me, too, of course."
"Of course."
"Rattlepate, though."