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reach yours first, it's mine. Now, if
you're going further than Carcas
onne Junction, I'll get off there. And
either I'll -walk to the hotel or hire
"Why!" exclaimed the lady, "are
you bound for Carcasonne House?
So am I."
"In that case," said Saterlee ele
gantly, "we'll go the whole hog to
gether." "Quite so," said the lady primly.
"You'd ought to make Carcasonne
House by midnight," said the pro
prietor. "Heavens!" exclaimed the lady.
"And if we don't make it by mid
night?" "We will by one or two o'clock."
The lady became very grave.
"Of course," she said, "it can't be
helped. But it would be ever so much
nicer if we could get in before mid
night." "I take your point, ma'am," said
Saterlee. "I can promise nothing. It's
all up to the horse."
"Of course," said the lady, "it
doesn't really matter. But," and she
spoke a little bitterly, "several times
in my life my actions and my mo
tives have been open to misconstruc
tion, and they have been miscon
strued. I have suffered, sir, much."
"Well, ma'am," said Saterlee, "my
reputation as a married man and a
father of many children is mixed up
in this, too. If we are in late or out
late rather and there's any talk I
guess I can quiet some of it. I rather
guess I can."
The proprietor entered the conver
sation with an insinuating wedge of
"I don't like to mind other folks'
business," he said, "but if the lady is
fretting about bein' out all night with
a total stranger, I feel it my dooty
to remark that in Grub City there is
a justice of the peace." He bowed
and made a gesture which indicated
his whole person, or that smug and
bulging portion of it to which the
gesture was more directly applied.
Saterlee and the lady did not Jook
at each other and laugh. They were
Saterlee brought down the whip
sharply upon the bony flank of the
old horse. But not for a whole min
ute did the sensation caused by the
whip appear to travel to the ancient
mare's brain. Not till reaching a deep 'I
puddle did she seem suddenly aware
of the fact that she had been whip
ped. Then, however, she rushed
through the puddle, covering Sater
lee and the lady with mud, and, hav
ing reached the other side, fell once
more into a halting walk.
Once more the road ran under a
shallow of water. And once more the
old mare remembered that she had
been whipped, and made a rush for
it Fresh mud was added to that
which had already dried upon them,
by the dry miracle of the air.
"She's ought to have been a motor
boat," said Saterlee, the mud which
had entered his mouth gritting un
pleasantly between his teeth.
The mare rushed through another
The lady laughed. "Please don't
bother to hold her," be said. "I don't
"I guess your dress ain't really
hurt," commented Saterlee. " re
member my old woman Anna had
a brown silk that got a mud bath,
and camd through all right."
"This is an old rag, anyway," said
the sliowy lady, Tvho was still showy
in spite of a wart-like knot of dried .
mud on the end of her nose. And
she glanced at her spattered but
graceful and' expensive white linen g
and hand-embroidered dress. "
"Well, I can see one thing," said
Saterlee, "that you've made up your
mind to go through this experience
like a good sport. I wish I didn't have
to take up so much room."
"Never mind," she said. "I like to
think that I could go to sleep with
out danger of falling out."
"That's so that's so," said Sater-
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