There was a cart drawn by an old donkey coming along beside him.

Knowles was talking to the driver.
The old man clapped his hands as stage-coachmen do, and drew in long draughts of air, as if there were keen life and promise in every breath.

They came up at last, the cart empty, and drying for the day's work after its morning's scrubbing, Lois's pock-marked face all in a glow with trying to keep Barney awake.

She grew quite red with pleasure at seeing Holmes, but went on quickly as the men began to talk.

Tige followed her, of course; but when she had gone a little way across the prairie, they saw her stop, and presently the dog came back with something in his mouth, which he laid down beside his master, and bolted off.