“Never mind that,” grinned Hashknife. “Point us the way to Pinnacle City, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Not in that rain,” declared Peggy quickly.
She went into the kitchen, where she called Wong Lee.
“Aw, don’t bother the cook,” begged Hashknife. “Pshaw, it ain’t worth it.”
“It’s no bother to Wong Lee,” said Peggy. “You boys get over by that fire and dry out a little. Wong Lee will get you a meal, and Honey will show you where to sleep. Laura and I will go to bed. Good-night, everybody.”
“Good-night, and thank yuh a thousand times.”
Hashknife and Sleepy crossed the room and shook hands with the two girls. Peggy smiled at Hashknife.
“Thank you for coming,” she said.
The two cowboys went back to the fire and removed some of their wet garments, after which Hashknife went back to the porch and got their waterproof war-bags, which contained some dry clothing. They could hear Wong Lee shuffling about the kitchen, preparing them a meal.
He came to the door and looked in on them. He was a little, wizen-faced Celestial.