There'll be a real accident, sure as fate, if you don't." Then in a gentler tone, "It's only a buggy, ma'am; there's plenty of room.

There's no possible risk of a pedler's wagon.

What on earth should a pedler be doing up here on the side of Cheyenne! Prairie-dogs don't use pomatum or tin-ware." "Oh, I didn't know," repeated poor Mrs.Watson, nervously.

She watched the buggy timorously till it was safely past; then her spirits revived.
"Well," she cried, "we're safe this time; but I call it tempting Providence to drive so fast on such a rough road.

If all canyons are as wild as this, I sha'n't ever venture to go into another." "Bless me! this is one of our mildest specimens," said Dr.Hope, who seemed to have a perverse desire to give Mrs.Watson a distaste for canyons.