“Alone?” Pleasant nodded and Miss Holden looked anxious.
“They aren't fighting again?”
“Oh, no!”
“Do you suppose they are really friends now?”
“Ham an' King air as lovin' as a pair o' twins,” said Pleasant decidedly and Miss Holden looked much pleased.
“What on earth are they doing up there?”
“Well,” drawled Pleasant, “when they ain't huggin' an' shakin' hands they're wrasslin' with a jug o' moonshine.”
The Mission girl looked disturbed, and the merry stranger let loose his ringing laugh.
“Oh, dear! Now, where do you suppose they got moonshine?”
“I tol' you,” repeated Pleasant, “that I didn't know nobody who couldn't git moonshine.” Miss Holden sighed, her lover laughed again, and they rode away, Pleasant watching them till they were out of sight.