Now that he knew the driver was no relation of hers he didn't mind telling her that the buggy was a "rather old consarn," and the driver didn't know his business.

Yes, it might be fixed up so as to take her over to the major's; there was one of their own men--a young fellow--who could do anything that COULD be done with wood and iron,--a reg'lar genius!--and HE'D tackle it.

It might take an hour, but she'd find it quite cool waiting in the shanty.

It was a rough place, for they only camped out there during the season to look after the crop, and lived at their own homes the rest of the time.

Was she going to stay long at the major's?
He noticed she had not brought her trunk with her.