"It isn't too late for you to marry again, Mr. Scott."
"Mr. Scott?"
"I mean Jim."
"Maybe you're right, but there ain't many women would hitch on to me except for my money, and I'm better without such. I say, youngster, do you mind my keepin' company with you while you stay in these parts?"
"Certainly not, Jim. I shall feel fortunate in having one with me who knows so much more about the country than I."
"That's all right, then. When do you want to start for Custer City?"
"To-morrow, if there is a chance."
"Then I'll get ready, too."
"What is the distance?"
"Two hundred and fifty miles, and pretty long miles, some of 'em."