He walked with a twisting limp, his blue eyes were faded and pale, his bearded face was melancholy and sad; but as he seated himself on a stone and waited for Johnson's coming, some of the sadness passed and his somber face lit up with unwonted animation.
"Howdy, Pete! I heard yuh was coming.

I waited for yuh." Pete leaped from his horse and gripped the freighter's hand.
"Jackson Carr, by all that's wonderful! Jack, old man! How is it with you ?" Jackson Carr hesitated, speaking slowly: "Sally's gone, Pete.

She died eight years ago.

She had a hard life of it, Pete.

Gay and cheerful to the last, though.