CHAPTER XXIII
THE GRAEL IN A BACK YARD IN YAKIMA
"I must say that you two have chosen a fine pastoral scene!" observed Mr. Boltwood.
"Hhhhhhhhow did you get here?" gasped Claire.
"Auto 'bus over Blewett Pass, train here from Ellensburg. That woman—everything all right?"
"Yes, everything's fine. We were just starting back, sir," implored Milt.
"Huh!"
"Awfully sorry, sir, to take Claire on such a hike——"
"I don't blame you particularly. When that young woman gets an idea into her head, the rest of us are pawns. Why, even me—she's dragged me all over the Rocky Mountains. And I will admit, Claire, that it's been good for me. But I begin to feel human again, and I think it's about time I took charge. We'll catch the afternoon train for Seattle, Claire. The trip has been extremely interesting, but I think perhaps we'll call it enough. Daggett, want to get you to drive the Gomez on to Seattle. Beach tells me your car is completely wrecked. Lose any money in it?"