“We are going to camp on Wildcat Creek, twenty miles from here,” Bradford returned pleasantly.
“Shall we cover the whole distance to-day?”
“Certainly.”
“It’s a long jaunt.”
“Do you consider it so?” in evident surprise.
“Yes; it’s a longer walk than I feel inclined to undertake.”
“Aren’t you used to long journeys afoot?”
“Yes; but I’m not accustomed to making them against my will.”
“Oh”—and the older man smiled. “Perhaps you’d prefer to ride.”