Her eyes met his, and she uttered an exclamation.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "Come to, have y'u?"
Stella made no reply.
"Thought fer a while that y'u'd slipped over the Great Divide," the
fellow continued.
"No fault of yours that I didn't," said Stella weakly, for the pain and
nausea to which she was being subjected had taken all her strength.
"I ain't had nothin' to do with it, lady. I'm just guidin' the outfit. I
don't know y'u, er how y'u got hurt. Feelin' better?"
"I would be much better if I could get out and walk. The motion of this
carriage makes me deathly sick."
"Can't let y'u do that, lady. We're in too much of a hurry to stop
now."
"But you might let me have a drink of water. I am dying of thirst."
"I reckon I can do that."
The flap over the stage window dropped, and in a moment she heard hushed
voices outside. Then a canteen was thrust through the window.
"Take all y'u want, lady, an' drink hearty," said her guide.
Stella wet her handkerchief and bathed her throbbing forehead, then took
a deep draft, and felt much refreshed.
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