“The blonde one is my girl,” said Honey softly.
Sleepy reached impulsively across the table and shook hands with Honey, who looked foolish.
“I’m glad yuh told me,” said Sleepy seriously. “Prob’ly save me a lot of heartaches. She’s a dinger.”
Hashknife shoved back from the table, thanking Wong Lee for his hospitality.
“Velly good,” Wong Lee bobbed his head. “No tlouble. You come some mo’.”
“Mebbe we will, Wong.”
“All lite; I cook plenty.”
The rain had increased again, and Honey advised them against attempting to go to Pinnacle City. It was not difficult to convince them. Sleepy’s tooth did not ache any more, and their clothes were beginning to dry; so they followed Honey down to the dry bunk-house and went to bed.
It did not take the rain long to extinguish the fire at the bridge, and after an examination the train crews decided that it was still safe. Many of the timbers were badly charred, and but for the heavy rain which followed the wind, the whole bridge would have been doomed.
The cattle-train, minus two of the cowhands, proceeded slowly to Pinnacle City, where it took the siding. It would spend several hours there, watering stock, and the man in charge expected Hashknife and Sleepy to put in an appearance before leaving time.