"But I reckon we're here till the round-up's made.

When she do set loose, you watch me rope that littlest waiter girl.

She taken my eye, fer shore." "That's all right, friend," said Del, apparently relieved.

"I didn't know but you'd drew to the red-headed waiter girl.

I sorter 'lowed I'd drift over in thataway, when she starts up." Sam, the driver, was sitting rapt, staring mutely across the great gulf fixed between him and Nora, the head waiter.