“The pesky stuff is getting inside my collar!” exclaimed one of the men who had insisted upon keeping his head out.
328“Why don’t you tear yourself from the scenery and come under cover?” asked Mamie pertly.
“Yes, Smith, I’m only holding one of Mamie’s hands. You may keep the other warm.”
“He’s not either. Don’t you believe him, Mr. Smith,” Mamie protested.
John Hardy spoke to the girl beside him. He had been watching the road ahead too closely for several minutes to do any talking.
“Hadn’t you better go back with the others–there’s no need for you to get wet and cold.”
“Oh, I am all right–it isn’t cold–very.”
“I am afraid it is going to be–the wind is rising and it’s coming right in our faces. We’re a pack of fools to go!”
“We must be nearly half way there, aren’t we?”
“I think so–I have never been out to the Morton ranch. Well, if worst comes to worst, I guess they’ll keep us all night.”