One of them cussed automobiles knocked him down.

They want you to come." Chip had straightened up and was hooking at Andy blankly.

"If you're just--" "Honest," Andy asserted, and flushed a little.

"I'll go tell some one to catch up the team--you'll want to make that 11:20, I take it." He added, as Chip went by him hastily, "I had the agent wire for sleeper berths on the 11:20 so--" "Thanks.

Yes, you have the team caught up, Andy." Chip was already well on his way to the house.
Andy waited till he saw the Little Doctor come hurriedly to the end of the porch overlooking the pathway, with the telegram fluttering in her fingers, and then led his horse down through the gate and to the stable.
He yanked the saddle off, turned the tired animal into a stall, and went on to the corral, where he leaned elbows on a warped rail and peered through at the turmoil within.