"Thanks, Joe.

Had it not been for you we might have had a disturbance." "Aren't we ever going to have peace ?" wailed Emma.

"I know I shall have nervous prostration at this rate." "Cheer up.

Let the voice of nature soothe your troubled spirits and rise above such common things as mere officers of the law," comforted Hippy.
"What next ?" "Suppose we break camp and move," suggested Grace.
"Yes, yes; let's do so," urged Anne.
"Do you think they will come back, darlin' ?" questioned Nora anxiously.
"Not before it is time for the swallows to build their nests under the eaves." Joe, muttering to herself, went out to fetch in her pack mules, June and July, preparatory to loading the equipment on them for the start.

Joe was a little rougher with the animals than usual, and their ears, tilted back at a sharp angle, indicated their resentment, but the guide was too angry to notice this danger signal.