CHAPTER VI
A SHOT WELL PLACED
GRACE started out early the next morning for a call on Ike Fairweather. The whole party slept the late afternoon and night through, without even awakening for supper. She found Ike grooming his horses.
“Good morning, Mr. Fairweather. I hope you are none the worse for your trip,” greeted Grace smilingly.
“I shore ain’t,” grinned Ike. “How’s yourself?”
“I feel fit. What I wished to see you about was to ask if you can recommend some one to provide and drive our supply wagon.”
Ike stroked his whiskers and regarded her quizzically.
“How will I do?” he asked.
“Do you mean it? Would you really like to drive for us?” questioned Grace, brightening.
“I shore would, an’ it won’t cost you a cent ’cept for the feed for the hosses. Tell me ’bout it.”