"He is driving my horse, and leading one of his own. I am going to get my bridle, and call on him."
"You'll come back to dinner?" said Rufe.
"Yes, if you'll have my prairie chickens cooked."
And, leaving the boys to astonish the family with their wet clothes, Jack, with the bridle on his arm, walked down the road.
Just as he was entering Peakslow's yard, he met Mr. Wiggett coming out with his arms full of brown-paper parcels.
"Mr. Wiggett! glad to see you!"
"Same to yourself," replied the old man. "Got my arms full o' this yer stuff, or I'd shake hands. I've a lot more o' comforts for wife and young uns in the wagon; but I thought I'd lug along suthin, or they wouldn't be glad to see me."
"Is it all right about the horse?"
"I 'low it's all right."
"Is Peakslow up to any trick?"