“And in the morning I’ll come and talk with you, Mrs. White. If you want to see some of the other men interested in this water-right business, I’ll bring them.”
“Oh, mercy, sir!” cried Aunt Winnie. “Let us get rested and look about a little before we rush into business. But I will let you call to-morrow afternoon, Mr. Marsh.”
With this, Philo Marsh had to be content. The party of tourists were driven away in a depot wagon for the Commonwealth Hotel.
CHAPTER XII
ON THE ROAD TO HARDIN’S
“Goodness gracious, grumpy gree!” yawned Tavia. “Isn’t a really-truly bed the greatest invention known to civilized man, Doro?”
“I don’t know about its being the first on the list; but it certainly is a delight after sleeping on a shelf in that car,” agreed Dorothy Dale, stretching luxuriously.
“I hate to get up.”
“You can stay here all day alone, then,” said her chum, briskly. “Aunt Winnie means to get to the Hardin ranch-house before night.”
“Then what about Philo Marsh?” cried Tavia.