He was about to speak again, but thought better of it, and sighed.
"Down at the stables somewhere--I don't know, really; the boys can tell you.

Mother's baby mustn't touch the naughty horses.

Naughty horses hurt mother's baby! Make him cry!" Andy gave her a long look, which had in it much pity, and rode away.
He knew what was in that telegram, for the agent had told him when he hunted him up at Rusty Brown's and gave it to him; and the horse of Andy bore mute testimony to the speed with which he had brought it to the ranch.

Not until he had reached the coulee had he slackened his pace.
He decided, after that glance, that he would not remind her that she had not read the telegram; instead, he thought he ought to find Chip immediately and send him to her.
Chip was rummaging after something in the store-house, and, when Andy saw him there, he dismounted and stood blotting out the light from the doorway.

Chip looked up, said "Hello" carelessly, and flung an old slicker aside that he might search beneath it.