“Same to yourself. So long!” answered Reddy.
The saddle-horse fell into a jog trot again to the pricking of the spur; and the sorry span started the wagon groaning and rattling on its way up the road whose furrows were cut deep by the great teams that hauled sulphur and borax from the furthest mountains down to the railroad in the valley.
The creaking and rattling of the wagon had only just recommenced, when Reddy stopped his team to call back.
“Oh, Dick!”
“Hello!”
The little burros that had returned to nibbling on the brush, again lifted their heads at this second interruption.
“Say! Austin ast me to git him a San Fr’ncisco paper so as he could see what hides is quoted at; an’ I plum clean forgot it. Wisht you’d bring out one to him when you come!”
“All right! So long!”
“So long!”
The men moved on again. And the two streamers of white dust grew farther and farther apart, till they had faded out of sight in the hazy distance.