I happened to bag a couple of hooters before you
wakened."
"You're a missionary of the good-foods movement. I shall name
your mission St. Sherry's-in-the-Wilderness."
"Ah, Sherry's! That's since my time. I don't suppose I should
know my way about in little old New York now."
She found him eager to pick up again the broken strands that had
connected him with the big world from which he had once come. It
had been long since she had enjoyed a talk more, for he expressed
himself with wit and dexterity. But through her enjoyment ran a
note of apprehension. He was for the moment a resurrected
gentleman. But what would he be next? She had an insistent memory
of a heavenly flood of music broken by a horrible discord of
raucous oaths.
It was he that lingered over their breakfast, loath to make the
first move to bring him back into realities; and it was she that
had to suggest the need of setting out. But once on his feet, he
saddled and packed swiftly, with a deftness born of experience.
"We'll have to ask Two-step to carry double to-day," he said, as
he helped her to a place behind him.
Two-step had evidently made an end of the bronco spree upon which
he had been the evening before, for he submitted sedately to his
unusual burden.
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