"Good-by," he cried, "but you needn't have got up so soon.

We didn't want you.

Hank," he said, turning sideways in his saddle, "I think we can get there in about five days, at the pace we'll be compelled to go; and we can sell these mules or give them away, just as we like.

Going home! I can't get the strangeness of it out of my head.

And a sister, too, mind you.