Wait 'til we turn 'roun' this big rock.

Yes, thar's Hubbard, layin' out in the valley without a drop of snow on her.

It looks good, don't it, friends, with the smoke comin' out of the chimneys.

That little red house over thar is the railroad an' telegraph station, an' we'll go straight for it, 'cause we ain't got no time to waste." They emerged into the valley and rode rapidly for the station.

Farmers on the outskirts and villagers looked wonderingly at them, but they did not pause to answer questions.