Reddy pinked violently. "I had an accident, Denver," he
explained. "This lady yere she--"
"Scooped y'u right off yore hawss. Y'u don't say," sympathized
Mac so breathlessly that even Reddy joined in the chorus of
laughter that went up at his expense.
The young woman thought to make it easy for him, and suggested an
explanation.
"His horse isn't used to automobiles, and so when it met this
one--"
"I got off," interposed Reddy hastily, displaying a complexion
like a boiled beet.
"He got off," Mac explained gravely to the increasing audience.
Denver nodded with an imperturbable face. "He got off."
Mac introduced Miss Messiter to such of her employees as were on
hand. " Shake hands with Miss Messiter, Missou," was the formula,
the name alone varying to suit the embarrassed gentlemen in
leathers. Each of them in turn presented a huge hand, in which
her little one disappeared for the time, and was sawed up and
down in the air like a pump-handle. Yet if she was amused she did
not show it; and her pleasure at meeting the simple, elemental
products of the plains outweighed a great deal her sense of the
ludicrous.
"How are your patients getting along?" she presently asked of her
foreman.
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