"There’splentytotellaboutCanada，"hesaid，"butnotnow。Whatstartedme？Oh，democracy。Yes，itwasyouthatbeganit。
　　Democracy？Afterall，itisworthwhilethatthepeoplewhoareonedaytofillthiswidelandshouldbetrulydemocratic，trulyfree，andtrulygreat。"
　　Oncemorethelightbegantoburninhiseyesandinhisface。
　　"Ah，tohaveahandinthat！"
　　"Andyou，"shesaidinalowvoice，"youwithallthatinyou，areonlyapreacher。"
　　"Amissionary，"hecorrected。
　　"Well，amissionary。Onlyamissionary。"
　　Disappointmentandscornwerealltooevidentinhervoice。
　　"ONLYamissionary。Ah，ifIcouldonlybeone。Amissionary！
　　Withamissionandamessagetomypeople！IfonlyIhadthegiftoftongues，offlaming，burning，illuminatingspeech，ofheart—
　　compellingspeech！Totellmypeoplehowtomakethiscountrytrulygreatandtrulyfree，howtokeepitfreefromthesordidthings，thecruelthings，theunjust，theunclean，theloathsomethingsthathavedebasedanddegradedtheoldernations，thataredebasinganddegradingevenyouryoung，greatnation。Ah，tobeamissionarywithatongueoffire，withamessageoflight！A
　　missionarytomypeopletohelpthemtohighandworthyliving，tohelpthemtoGod！ONLYamissionary！Whatwouldyouhaveme？A
　　money—maker？"
　　Heturnedswiftlyuponher，amagnetic，compellingpersonality。
　　Fromthefuriousscorninhisvoiceandinhisflamingfaceshevisiblyshrank，almostasifhehadstruckher。
　　"No！"shebreathed。"Nothingelse。Onlyamissionary。"
　　Silentshestood，asifstillunderthespellofhiswords，hereyesdevouringhisface。
　　"Howyourmotherwouldhavelovedyou，wouldhavebeenproudofyou，"shesaidinalowtone。"Is——istherenooneelseto——torejoiceinyou？"sheaskedshyly，buteagerly。
　　Helaughedaloud。"There’sdad，dearolddad。"
　　"Andnooneelse？"Stillwithshy，eagereyessheheldhim。
　　"Oh，heaps，"hecried，stilllaughing。
　　Shesmileduponhim，aslightlyuncertainsmile，andyetasifhisanswersomehowsatisfiedher。
　　"Good—bye，"shesaidimpulsively，offeringherhand。
　　"Butyouarenotgoing！You’restayingafewdays！"hegasped。
　　"No，we’regoing。We’regoingrightaway。Goodbye，"shesaid。"I
　　don’twantthoseotherstosee。Goodbye。Oh，it’sbeenawonderfulmorning！And，——and——afriendisawonderfuldiscovery。"
　　Herhandheldhisinastrong，warmgrasp，buthereyessearchedhisfaceasifseekingsomethingshegreatlydesired。
　　"Good—bye。Iamsorryyouaregoing，"hesaid，simply。"Iwanttoknowyoubetter。"
　　"Doyou？"shecried，withasuddeneagernessinhervoiceandmanner。Then，"No。Youwouldbedisappointed。Iamnotofyourworld。Butyoushallseemeagain，"sheadded，asiftakinganewresolve。"Wearecomingbackonabighunt，andyouandyourfatheraretojoinus。Won’tyou？"
　　"Dadsaidweshould，"saidtheyouth，smilingattheremembrance。
　　"Andyou？"shesaid，withatouchofimpatience。
　　"Ifthingscansoarrangethemselves——mywork，Imean，anddad’s。"
　　"But，doyouwantto？Doyoureallywantto？"sheasked。"IwishIknew。Ihatenottounderstandpeople。Youarehardtoknow。I
　　don’tknowyou。Butyouwillcome？"
　　"Ithinkso，"saidtheyoungman。"Ofcourseafellow’sworkcomesfirst，youknow。"
　　"Work？"shecried。"Yourwork？Oh，yourmissionarywork。Oh，yes，yes。Ishouldliketoseeyouatit。Come，letusgo。"
　　Mr。CornwallBrandtheyfoundinafeverofimpatience。Hehadthetripscheduledtoatimetable，andhehatedtobeforcedtochangehisplans。HisimpatienceshoweditselfinsnappycommandsandinquiriestohisIndianguides，who，however，merelygruntedreplies。Theyknewtheirjobanddiditwithoutcommandoradvice，andwithcompleteindifferencetoanythingthewhitemanmighthavetosay。ToPaulatheonlychangeinhismannerwasanexcessofpoliteness。
　　Herfather，however，metherwithremonstrances。
　　"Why，Paula，mydear，youhavekeptuswaiting。"
　　"What’stherush，pater？"sheenquired，coolly。
　　"Why，mydear，wearealreadybehindourschedule，andyouknowCornwallhatesthat，"hesaidinalowvoice。
　　"Cornwall！"saidPaula，inaloudvoiceofunmistakableilltemper。
　　"DoesCornwallrunthisoutfit？"
　　"MydearPaula！"againremonstratedherfather。
　　Sheturnedtohimimpatiently，withanangrywordatherlips，caughtuponBarry’sfacealookofsurprise，pausedmidwayinherpassion，thenmovedslowlytowardhim。
　　"Well，"sheasked，inaneven，coldvoice，"whatdoyouthinkaboutit？Andanyway，"shedroppedhervoicesothatnoneheardbuthimself，"whyshouldyouhaltme？Whoareyou，togivemepausethisway？"
　　"Onlyamissionary，"heanswered，inanequallylowtone，butwithasmilegentle，almostwistfulonhisface。
　　Aswithaflashthewrathfulcloudvanished。
　　"Amissionary，"sherepliedsoftly。"GodknowsIneedone。"
　　"Youdo，"hesaidemphatically，andstillhesmiled。
　　"Come，Paula，"calledCornwallBrand。"Weareallwaiting。"
　　Herfacehardenedathiswords。
　　"Good—bye，"shesaidtoBarry。"Iamcomingbackagainto——toyourwonderfulCanada。"
　　"Ofcourseyouare，"saidBarry，heartily。"Theyalldo。"
　　Hewentwithhertothecanoe，steadiedherasshetookherplace，andstoodwatchingtillthebendintherivershutthemfromview。
　　"Nicepeople，"saidhisfather。"Veryfine，jollygirl。"
　　"Yes，isn’tshe？"repliedhisson。
　　"Handsome，too，"saidhisfather，glancingkeenlyathim。
　　"Isshe？Yes，Ithinkso。Yes，indeed，very，"headded，asifponderingthematter。"Whendowemove，dad？"
　　Alookofreliefcrossedthefather’sface。
　　"Thisafternoon，Ithink。Wehaveonlyafewdaysnow。WeshallrunupBuffaloCreekintotheFoothillsforsometrout。Itwillbealittlestiff，butyouarefitenoughnow，aren’tyou，Barry？"
　　Hisvoicewastingedwithanxiety。
　　"Fitforanything，dad，thankstoyou。"
　　"Nottome，Barry。Toyourselflargely。"
　　"No，"saidtheboy，throwinghisarmroundhisfather’sshoulder，"thankstoyou，dearolddad，——andtoGod。"
　　CHAPTERII
　　ONTHEREDPINETRAIL
　　OntheRedPinetrailtwomenweredrivinginabuckboarddrawnbyapairofhalf—brokenpintobronchos。Theoutfitwasaratherramshackleaffair，andthedriverwaslikehisoutfit。StewartDuffwasarancher，oncea"remittanceman，"butsincehismarriagethreeyearsagohehadlearnedself—relianceandwasdisciplininghimselfinself—restraint。Abig，leanmanhewas，histhickshouldersandlarge，hairymuscularhandssuggestinggreatphysicalstrength，hisswarthyface，heavyfeatures，coarseblackhair，keendarkeyes，deepsetundershaggybrows，suggestingforceofcharacterwithapossibilityofbrutalityinpassion。Yetwhenhesmiledhisheavyfacewasnotunkindly，indeedthesmilegaveitakindofruggedattractiveness。Hewaspasthisfirstyouth，andonhisfacewerethemarksofthestormywaybywhichhehadcome。
　　Hedrovehisjibingbronchoswithsteadyhands。Nolighttouchwashisuponthereins，andthebronchos’wildplungingmetwithacheckfromthosemuscularhandsofsuchironrigidityastoflingthembackhelplessandamazedupontheirhocks。
　　Hiscompanionwashisoppositeinphysicalappearance，andinthosefeaturesandlinesthatsounmistakablyrevealthenatureandcharacterwithin。Shortandstout，inclinedindeedtofat，tohisgreatdistress，histhick—setfigureindicatedstrengthwithoutagility，soliditywithoutresilience。Hehadapleasant，openface，withakindly，twinklingblueeyethatgoeswithamerryheart，withagenial，sunnysoul。Buttherewasintheblueeyeandintheopenface，forallthetwinklesandthesmiles，acertainalertshrewdnessthatproclaimedthekeenmanofbusiness，andinthecleancutlipslaythesuggestionofresolutestrength。
　　Alikablemanhewas，withaninfinitecapacityforhumour，butwithabedrockofunyieldingdeterminationinhimthatalwayssurprisedthosewhojudgedhimlightly。
　　Themenwerefriends，andhadbeencomradesmoreorlessduringthosepioneerdaysthatfollowedtheirarrivalinthecountryfromScotlandsomedozenyearsago。Oftentheyhadfallenoutwitheachother，forDuffwasstormyoftemperandhadahabitoflettinghimselfswingoutuponitsgustsofpassion，recklessofconsequences；buthewasevertheonetoofferamendsandtoseekrenewalofgoodrelations。Hehadfewfriends，andsoheclungthemorecloselytothosehehad。Atsuchtimestheotherwouldwaitincool，good—temperedbutdeterminedaloofnessforhisfriend’sreturn。
　　"Youcanchewyourcudtillyou’recoolagain，"hewouldsaywhentheoutbreakwouldarise。Butinvariablytheirdifferenceswerecomposedandtheirfriendshipremainedunbroken。
　　Themensatinthebuckboard，leaningforwardwithhunchedshoulders，swayingeasilytothepitchingofthevehicleasitrattledalongthetrailwhich，especiallywhereitpassedovertheroundtoppedridges，wasthicklystrewnwithstones。Beforethem，nowonthetrailandnowrangingwideovertheprairie，ranabeautifulblackandwhiteEnglishsetter。
　　"Greatdogthat，Sandy，"saidDuff。"Icouldhavehadadozenbirdsthisafternoon。Awonderfulnose，andsteadyasarock。"
　　"Agooddog，Stewart，"assentedSandy，butwithslightinterest。
　　"Thereain’tanotherlikehiminthiswesterncountry，"saidtheownerofthedogwithemphasis。
　　"Oh，Idon’tknowaboutthat。Therearesomeverygooddogsaroundhere，Stewart，"repliedSandylightly。
　　"ButIknow。Andthat’swhyI’msayingthereain’thislikeinthiswesterncountry，andthat’sastrueasyournameisSandyBayne。"
　　"Well，mynameisSandyBayne，allright，buthowdidhecomeoutattheCalgarytrials？"
　　"Aw，thosedamnedgawks！Theydon’tknowagooddogfromahe—
　　goat！Theydon’tknowwhatadogisfor，orhowtousehim。"
　　"Oh，now，Stewart，"saidSandy，"IguessWillocksknowsadogwhenheseesone。"
　　"Willocks！"saidhisfriendwithscorn。"There’swhereyou’rewrong。DoyouknowwhyhecutSlipperoutoftheBlueRibbon？
　　Becausehewouldn’trangeamileaway。Darnedoldfool！What’sthegoodofapointamileaway！Keepsyourunningoverthewholecreation，makesyoulosetime，tiresyourselfandtiresyourdog；
　　andmorethanthat，inninecasesoutoftenyouloseyourbird。
　　Givemeacloseranger。Hecleansupashegoes，keepsyourgamerightatyourhand，andgetsyouallthesportthereis。"
　　"Whobeatyou，Stewart，inthetrials？"
　　"ThatbitchofSnider’s。"
　　"Man！Stewart，that’sabeautifulbitch！Iknowherwell。She’sabeautifulbitch！"Sandybegantoshowenthusiasm。
　　"Oh，thereyougo！That’sjustwhatthosefooljudgessaid。
　　’Beautifuldog！Beautifuldog！’Supposesheis！Looksain’teverything。They’resomething，butthequestionis，doesshegetthebirds？Now，Slippertheregotthreebirdstoherone。Got’emwithinrange，too。"
　　"Ah，butStewart，yon’sagoodbitch，"saidSandy。
　　"Lookhere！"criedhisfriend，"Ihavebredmoredogsintheoldcountrythanthosemeneversawintheirlives。"
　　"Thatmaybe，Stewart，butyon’sagoodbitch，"persistedSandy。
　　ForamilemoretheydiscussedthemeritsofSlipperandofhisrivals，Sandywithhissemi—humorouschaffextractingquietamusementfromhisfriend’swrath，andthelatter，thoughsuspectingthathewasbeingdrawn，unabletorestrainhispassionatechampionshipofhisdog。
　　AtlengthSandy，wearyingofthediscussion，caughtsightofafigurefarbeforethemonthetrail。
　　"Whoisthatwalkingalongthere？"heenquired。
　　Togethertheyranoverthenamesofallwhointhishorsecountrywereunfortunateenoughtobedoomedtoapedestrianformoflocomotion。
　　"Guessit’sthepreacher，"saidDufffinally，whoseeyeswerelikeahawk’s。
　　"He’sbeenoutatmyplaceSundayafternoon，"saidSandy，"butI
　　haven’tmethimmyself。Whatsortishe？"
　　"Don’taskme。Isometimesgowiththemadametochurch，butgenerallyIfallasleep。He’snoalarmclock。"
　　"Thenyoucan’ttellwhatsortofapreacherheis，"saidSandywithatwinkleinhiseye。"Youcan’thearmuchwhenyouareasleep。"
　　"Ihearenoughtoknowthathe’snogoodasapreacher。Ihearthey’regoingtofirehim。"
　　"Itellyouwhatitis，Stewart，"saidSandy，"Idon’tbelieveyouwouldknowagoodsermonifyouheardone。"
　　"What’sthatyousay？I’veheardthebestpreachersinthecountrythatbreedspreachers，inthecountrywherepreachersgrowliketheberriesonthebramblebushes。Iknowpreaching，andIlikegoodpreaching，too。"
　　"Oh，comeoff，Stewart！Youmaybeagoodjudgeofdogs，butI’mblowedifIamgoingtotakeyouasajudgeofpreachers。"
　　"Thesamequalitiesinallofthem，dogs，horses，preachers，"
　　insistedDuff。
　　"Howdoyoumakethatout？"
　　"Well，takeahorse。Hemustbeagood—looker。Thispreacherisagood—looker，allright，butlooksain’teverything。Mustbequickatthestart，musthavegoodaction，goodstyle，stayingpower，andgoodatthefinish。Mostpreachersneverknowwhentofinish，andthat’sthewaywiththisman。"
　　"Areyougoingtotakehimup？"inquiredSandy，fortheywerenowcloseuponthemanwalkingbeforethem。
　　"Oh，Iguessnot，"repliedDuff。"Ihaven’tmuchuseforhim。"
　　"Say，what’sthematterwithhim？Helooksratherpuffedout，"
　　saidSandy。"Bettertakehimup。"
　　"Allright，"repliedDuff，pullinguphisbronchos。"Goodday。
　　Willyouhavearide？Mr。BarryDunbar，myfriendMr。Bayne。"
　　"Gladtomeetyou，Mr。Bayne，"saidBarry，whowaspaleandpantinghard。"Thanksforthelift。Thetruth——is——I’mrather——doneup。
　　Atouchofasthma——thefirst——infiveyears。Anoldtroubleofmine。"
　　"Getuphere，"saidSandy。"There’sroomforthreeintheseat。"
　　"No——thankyou，——Ishould——crowdyou，——allrightbehindhere。
　　Beastlybusiness——thisasthma。Worsewhen——thepollen——fromtheplants——isfloating——about——sotheysay。Idon’tknow——nobodydoes——Ifancy。"Theydroveon，bumpingoverthestones，Barrygraduallygettingbackhiswind。Thetalkofthemeninthefrontseathadfallenagainondogs，Stewartmaintainingwitheverincreasingvehemencehisexpertknowledgeofdogs，ofhuntingdogs，andveryespeciallyofsetterhuntingdogs；hisfriend，whilegrantinghisknowledgeofdogsingeneral，questioningtheunprejudicednatureofhisjudgmentasfarasSlipperwasconcerned。
　　AsDuff’sdeclarationsgrewinviolencetheybecamemoreandmoreelaboratelydecoratedwithprofanity。Inthefulltideoftheirconversationaquietvoicebrokein：
　　"Toomany’damns。’"
　　"What！"exclaimedDuff。
　　"Ibegyourpardon！"saidSandy。
　　"Toomany’damns，’"saidBarry，lookingquietlyatDuff。
　　"Dams？Where？"saidDuff，lookingabout。
　　"Beaverdams，doyoumean？"enquiredSandy。"Idon’tseeany。"
　　"Toomany’damns，’"reiteratedBarry。"Youdon’tneedthem。Youreallydon’tneedthem，youknow，andbesides，theyarenotright。
　　Profanityisquiteuseless，andit’swicked。"
　　"Well，I’llbedamned！"saidStewartinalowvoicetohisfriend。
　　"Hemeansus。"
　　"Andquiteright，too，"saidSandysolemnly。"YouknowyourEnglishisrottenbad。Yes，sir，"hecontinued，turningroundtoBarry，"Iquiteagreewithyou。Myfriendisquiteunnecessarilyfreeinhisspeech。"
　　"Yes，butyouarejustthesame，youknow，"saidBarry。"Notquitesomany，butthenyouarenotquitesoexcited。"
　　"Gotyouthere，oldsport，"gruntedDuff，highlyamusedatSandy’sdiscomfiture。ButtoBarryhesaid，"Iguessit’sourownbusinesshowweexpressourselves。"
　　"Yes，itis，but，pardonme，notentirelyso。Thereareothersintheworld，youknow，andyoumustconsiderothers。Thehabitisabadhabit，arottenhabit，andquiteuseless——silly，indeed。"
　　Duffturnedhisbackuponhim。Sandy，givinghisfriendanudge，burstintoaloudlaugh。
　　"Youareright，sir，"hesaid，turningtoBarry。"Youarequiteright。"
　　AtthispointSlippercreatedadiversion。
　　"Hello！"saidDuff。"Say！Lookathim！"Hepointedtothedog。
　　"Ain’theapicture！"
　　AhundredyardsawaystoodSlipper，rigid，everymuscle，everyhairtaut，onefootarrestedinair。
　　"I’lljustgetthose，"saidDuff，slippingoutofthebuckboardanddrawingthegunfrombeneaththeseat。"Steady，oldboy，steady！
　　Holdthelines，Sandy。"
　　Hemovedquicklytowardthedogwho，quiveringwiththatmysteriousinstinctfoundinthehuntingdog，stillheldthepointwithtautmuscles，noseandtailinline。
　　"Hello！"Barrycalledout。"Itisn’ttheseasonyetforchicken。
　　Isay，Mr。Duff，"heshouted，"itisn’tthechickenseason，youknow。"
　　"Betterleavehimalone，"saidSandy。
　　"Butitisn’ttheseasonyet！Itisagainstthelaw！"protestedBarryindignantly。
　　MeantimeStewartDuffwasclosingupcautiouslybehindSlipper。
　　"Forward，oldboy！Ste—e—e—ady！Forward！"Thedogrefusedtomove。"Forward，Slipper！"
　　Stillthedogremainedrigid，asifnailedtotheground。
　　"On，Slipper！"
　　Slowlythedogturnedhisheadwithinfinitecautionhalfroundtowardhismaster，asifinprotest。
　　"Hello，there！"shoutedBarry，"youknow——"
　　Justashecalledtherewasonallsidesagreatwhirringofwings。
　　AdozenchickenflewupfromunderDuff’sfeet。Bang！Bang！wenthisgun。
　　"Missed，asI’masinner！"exclaimedSandy。"Ithoughthewasabettershotthanthat。"
　　BackcameDuffstridingwidetowardthebuckboard。Fiftyyardsawayheshouted：
　　"Say！whatthedevildoyoumeancallinglikethatatamanwhenhe’sonthepointofshooting！"Hisfacewasblackwithanger。Helookedreadytostrike。Barrylookedathimsteadily。
　　"But，Iwasjustremindingyouthatitwasnottheseasonforchickenyet，"hesaidinthetoneofamanpreparedtoreasonthematter。
　　"What’sthatgottodowithit！Andanyway，whosebusinessisitwhatIdobutmyown？"
　　"Butit’sagainstthelaw！"
　　"Oh，blankthelaw！Besides——"
　　"Besidesitisn’t——well，youknow，itisn’tquitesportingtoshootoutofseason。"Barry’smannerwasasifdealingwithafractiouschild。
　　Duff，speechlesswithhispassion，lookedathimasifnotquitesurewhatformhisvengeanceshouldtake。
　　"He’squiteright，Stewart，"saidhisfriendSandy，whowashugelyenjoyinghimself。"Youknowwellenoughyouaredownonthefarmerchapswhogopothuntingbeforeseason。It’srottensport，youknow。"
　　"Oh，hell！Willyoushutup！Can’tIshootovermydogwhenhepoints？I’mnotoutshooting。IfIwanttogivemydogalittleexperienceanoddbirdortwodon’tmatter。Besides，whatthe——"
　　"Oh，comeon，Stewart！Getin，andgetamoveon！Youknowyouareinthewrong。ButIthoughtyouwereabettershotthanthat，"
　　addedSandy。
　　HisremarkdivertedDuff’srage。
　　"Bettershot！"hestormed。"Whocouldshootwitha——a——a——"hewasfeelingroundhelplesslyforaproperlyeffectiveword，——"withafellowyellingatyou？"heconcludedlamely。"I’dhavehadabraceofthemifithadn’tbeenforhim。"
　　"Inthatcase，"saidBarrycoolly，"Isavedyoufromthelaw。"
　　"Savedmefromthelaw！Whatthedevildoyoumean，anyway？"saidStewart。"IfIwanttopickupabirdwho’stohinderme？Andwhat’sthelawgottodowithit？"
　　"Well，youknow，I’mnotsurebutitmighthavebeenmydutytoreportyou。Ifeelthatallwhobreakthegamelawsshouldbereported。Itistheonlywaytostopthelawlessdestructionofthegame。"
　　Barryspokeinavoiceofquietdeliberation，asifponderingtheproperactioninthepremises。
　　"Quiteright，too，"saidSandygravely，butwithatwinkleinhisblueeye。"Theyoughttobereported。Ihavenouseforthosepoachers。"
　　Duffmadenoreply。Hisrageanddisgust，mingledwiththesenseofhisbeinginthewrong，heldhimsilent。Nomaninthewholecountrywasharderuponthegamepoachersthanhe，buttobeheldupinhisactionandtobethreatenedwiththelawbythisyoungpreacher，whomheratherdespisedanyway，seemedtoparalysehismentalactivities。Itdidnothelphisself—controlthathewasawarethathisfriendwashavinghisfunofhim。
　　Atthismoment，fortunatelyfortheharmonyoftheparty，theirattentionwasarrestedbytheappearanceofamotorcardrivenatafuriousratealongthetrail，andwhichalmostbeforetheywereawarecamehonkinguponthem。Withawildlurchthebronchoshurledthemselvesfromthetrail，upsettingthebuckboardandspillingitsload。
　　Duff，cumberedwithhisgun，whichhehadreloaded，allowedoneofthereinstodropfromhishandsandtheteamwentplungingaboutinacircle，butBarry，thefirsttogettohisfeet，rushedtotherescue，snatchedthereinsandheldontillhehaddraggedtheplungingbronchostoahalt。
　　TheragewhichhadbeenboilinginDuff，andwhichwithdifficultyhadbeenheldwithinbounds，suddenlyburstallbondsofcontrol。
　　Withafierceoathhepickedupthegunwhichhehadthrownasideinhisstrugglewiththehorses，andlevelleditatthespeedingmotorcar。
　　"ForGod’ssake，Stewart，stop！"shoutedBayne，springingtowardhisfriend。
　　Barrywasnearerandquicker。Theshotwentoff，buthishandhadknockedupthegun。
　　"MyGod，Stewart！Areyoucleancrazy！"saidBayne，grippinghimbythearm。"Doyouknowwhatyouaredoing？Youarenotfittocarryagun！"
　　"I’dhavebusthisblankedtiresforhim，anyway！"blusteredDuff，thoughhisfaceandvoiceshowedthathehadreceivedashock。
　　"Yes，andyoumighthavebeenamurdererbythistime，andheadingforthepen，butforDunbarhere。Youowehimmorethanyoucaneverpay，youblankedfool！"
　　Duffmadenoreply，butbusiedhimselfwithhishorses。Nordidhespeakagaintilleverythingwasinreadinessfortheroad。
　　"Getin，"hethensaidgruffly，andthatwashislastworduntiltheydroveintothevillage。
　　Atthestorehedrewup。
　　"Thankyouforthelift，"saidBarry。"Ishouldhavehadatoughjobtogetbackintime。"