Soon as I finish waitin' on this
customer," he added, casting a glance toward a man who sat upon
the counter and dangled his legs while he apathetically munched
stale pretzels and waited for his purchases.
"Oh, I can saddle, all right, Pete. I've got two hours off, and
I want to ride down to see how the Harts are getting along.
Exciting times down there, from all accounts."
"Maybe I can round up Saunders. He must be somewheres around,"
Pete suggested languidly, wrapping the pork in a piece of brown
paper and reaching for the string which dangled from the ball
hung over his head.
"Saunders is asleep, very likely. If he isn't in his room, never
mind hunting him. The horse is in the stable, I suppose. I can
saddle better than Saunders."
Pete tied the package, wiped his hands, and went heavily out. He
returned immediately, said that Saunders must be up at the
stable, and turned his attention to weighing out five pounds of
white beans.
Miss Georgie helped herself to a large bag of mixed candy, and
put the money in the drawer, laid her key upon the desk for
safe-keeping, repinned her white sailor hat so that the hot wind
which blew should not take it off her head, and went cheerfully
away to the stable.
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