Then Lucy, glowing with the thought, hurried to Bostil's stock-room, and with deft hands and swift judgment selected an outfit for the rider, even down to a comb and razor.

All this she carried quickly to her room, where in her thoughtfulness she added a bit of glass from a broken mirror, and soap and a towel.

Then she tied up a second pack.
Bostil did not come home to supper, a circumstance that made Lucy's aunt cross.

They ate alone, and, waiting awhile, were rather late in clearing away the table.

After this Lucy had her chance in the dusk of early evening, and she carried both packs way out into the sage and left them near the trail.
"Hope a coyote doesn't come along," she said.