"Oh, there are always plenty of dry spots to be found if you only look hard for them."
"But you don't know where to look for them, and goodness knows what you'll get into while you are looking."
"We'll call at the M.P. barracks and get an Indian to guide us. Indians always know the dry spots."
"The stage driver has decided not to make another trip till the October frosts set in."
"But he always has such a heavy load. It will be quite different with us, you must remember. We'll travel light—just our provisions and a valise containing our wedding garments."
"What will you do if you get mired twenty miles from a human being?"
"But we won't. I'm a good driver and I haven't nerves—but I have nerve. Besides, you forget that we'll have an Indian guide with us."
"There was a company of Hudson Bay freighters ambushed and killed along that very trail by Blackfoot Indians in 1839," said Aunt Jennie dolefully.
"Fifty years ago! Their ghosts must have ceased to haunt it by this time," said Kate flippantly.
"Well, you'll get wet through and catch your deaths of cold," protested Aunt Jennie.