"And how long will it be before Barscombe passes ?" said she.
"It can't be more than two hours," said the teamster quietly.

"All you have to do is to sit there and wait for him." He took off his broad hat when the others alighted, and Miss Deringham noticed there was a trace of courtliness in his simplicity.

Then he strode past her father, who was taking something out of his wallet, and swung himself lightly into the wagon.

He spoke to the team, there was a creak and rattle, and next moment the vehicle was lurching down the trail.

Deringham stood still a moment, his fingers inside the wallet and mild wonder in his eyes, and then smiled a little as his daughter turned towards him.