“But that wouldn’t be true,” said Tavia, shivering. “We are not all right.”
“We-ell,” said her friend, slowly. “I don’t expect there is anything here to hurt us.”
“That’s all right. Maybe there isn’t. But I never did like to be alone in a strange place. I want to be introduced to folks.”
“Maybe there is a cowboy camp near——”
“Bully! let’s find it!” ejaculated Tavia.
“But you wouldn’t know the cowboys. They’d all be strange men.”
“Well! Cowboys are so romantic,” urged Tavia. “Let’s look.”
“You can use your eyes as well as I can,” sighed Dorothy. “But I must say the prospect for finding anybody in this half darkness is not very alluring.”
They started, following the line of the corral fence away from the station. Dorothy was convinced there was no telegraph operator there, and the barn-like building looked more dreary and threatening than did the open prairie. So they were glad to get away from it.
The fence seemed unending. Occasionally a beast faced them, glaring with eyes like hot coals, and pawing the earth. But the fence looked strong.