Yet she could not help thinking that he looked more like a militant scout, and less like a cautious legal adviser, than ever.
With unaffected womanliness she rearranged her slightly disordered hair as he drew up beside her.

"I thought you were in yonder boat," she said.
"Not I," he laughed; "I distanced you by the high road two hours, and have been reconnoitring, until I saw you hesitate at the cross roads." "But who is in the boat ?" asked Mrs.Tucker, partly to hide her embarrassment.
"Only some early Chinese market gardener, I dare say.

But you are safe now.

You are on your own land.

You passed the boundary monument of the rancho five minutes ago.