“I don't know when you're goin' to hit him,” she drawled unconcernedly.
“Well, I'll let you know,” said Hale laughing. “Now!” And, as he whacked the beast again, the girl laughed and they were better acquainted. Presently they passed two boys. Hale was wearing riding-boots and tight breeches, and one of the boys ran his eyes up boot and leg and if they were lifted higher, Hale could not tell.
“Whar'd you git him?” he squeaked.
The girl turned her head as the mule broke into a trot.
“Ain't got time to tell. They are my cousins,” explained the girl.
“What is your name?” asked Hale.
“Loretty Tolliver.” Hale turned in his saddle.
“Are you the daughter of Dave Tolliver?”
“Yes.”
“Then you've got a brother named Dave?”