“Never. Have you?”
Lin had not. Ogden offered him a cigar, which the puncher pronounced excellent, and we all agreed to see Hilbrun arrive.
“We're going to show the telegram to Jode,” said the Governor; and he and Ogden departed on this mission to the signal service.
“Well, I must be getting along myself,” said Lin; but he continued walking slowly with me. “Where're yu' bound?” he said.
“Nowhere in particular,” said I. And we paced the board sidewalks a little more.
“You're going to meet the train to-morrow?” said he.
“The train? Oh yes. Hilbrun's. To-morrow. You'll be there?”
“Yes, I'll be there. It's sure been a dry spell, ain't it?”
“Yes. Just like last year. In fact, like all the years.”
“Yes. I've never saw it rain any to speak of in summer. I expect it's the rule. Don't you?”