Now, as they are still goin' to be too early for the season on the coast, Monsieur Blauring has conceived in his fertile brain the idea that it will be an interestin' and inexpensive thing for him to sidetrack his whole _rodeo_ for a few weeks up in the Sacramentos, at the Sky Top hotel,--that new railroad health resort some Yankees have just built, for lungers and other folks that have money and no pleasure in livin'." "How do you know _she'll_ be there ?" asked Tom.
"Well, this El Paso daily has got about four pages about it.

They think it's news, and Blauring thinks it's advertising so they're both happy.

And this very lady who sang into your tin horn, yonder, will be down there at Sky Top just about ten days from now." Tom Osby was silent.

The Sacramentos, as all men knew, lay but a hundred miles or so distant by wagon trail.

"It ain't so," said Tom, at length.