"They ain't using any wagon!" he fairly shouted; "they're goin' away in the leather."
The idea of carrying out the traditions of the horse in Pinal County even to a wedding-journey tickled the boys immensely.
Slapping one another on the back and nodding their heads in approbation, they shouted: "That's the ticket. Hooray!"
"This ain't no New York idea, where the bride and groom hits the life-trail in a hired hack," cried Fresno.
Allen's feelings apparently were not yet fully soothed. Turning to Sage-brush, he said: "Wheels don't go in my family. Why, her ma and me were married on hossback. The preacher had to make a hurry job of it, but it took."
"Hush, now," was Parenthesis' awed comment.
"For her pop was a-chasin' us, and kept it up for twenty miles after the parson said 'Amen.'"
"Did he ketch you?" asked Fresno, with great seriousness.
"He sure did," answered Allen, with a twinkle in his eye, "an' thanked me for takin' Josephine off his hands."
The boys laughed. The joke was upon themselves, as they had expected to hear a romantic story of earlier days.