If she were waiting for Miss Georgie to come back to the subject
of Grant, she was disappointed, for Miss Georgie did not come to
any subject whatever. A handcar breezed past the station, the
four section-men pumping like demons because of the slight down
grade and their haste for their dinner.
Huckleberry gave one snort and one tug backward upon the tie rope
and then a coltish kick into the air when he discovered that he
was free. After that, he took off through the sagebrush at a
lope, too worldly-wise to follow the trail past the store, where
someone might rush out and grab him before he could dodge away.
He was a wise little pinto--Huckleberry.
"And now, I suppose I'll have the pleasure of walking home,"
grumbled Evadna, standing upon the platform and gazing, with much
self-pity, after her runaway.
"It's noon--stay and eat dinner with me, chicken. Some of the
boys will bring him back after you the minute he gets to the
ranch. It's too hot to walk." Miss Georgie laid a hand
coaxingly upon her arm.
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