"Weally, I did not think it was so late—thanks."
In the evening Mr. Dide announced that he should go to Meeker on the following day, and thence he knew not where, definitely.
"You'll go to Glenwood, won't you? I'd like to have you take word to my folks and tell 'em how we're gettin' on," Joshua requested, on Mr. Dide's stating his determination to return to civilization. The gentleman consented in his usual affable way. At the earliest opportunity, I informed Mr. Dide who Joshua's "folks" were.
"Weally! that vewy extwaadinawy old lady! I shall be obliged to wequest him to wite—then I can dwop it in the mail, you know."
And so on the morrow Mr. Dide drifted out of sight.
CHAPTER X.
VAPOR.
At the next evening's camp-fire I took down the Deacon's report of his trip: