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“I view it so,” said the stage-driver. “There’s goin’ to be a mild open winter for that fam’ly.”

“What a joker you be for a man that’s had so much responsibility!” smiled Mrs. Tobin, after they had done laughing. “Ain’t you never ‘fraid, carryin’ mail matter and such valuable stuff, that you’ll be set on an’ robbed, ‘specially by night?”

Jefferson braced his feet against the dasher under the worn buffalo skin. “It is kind o’ scary, or would be for some folks, but I’d like to see anybody get the better o’ me. I go armed, and I don’t care who knows it. Some o’ them drover men that comes from Canady looks as if they didn’t care what they did, but I look ’em right in the eye every time.”

“Men folks is brave by natur’,” said the widow admiringly. “You know how Tobin would let his fist right out at anybody that undertook to sass him. Town-meetin’ days, if he got disappointed about the way things went, he’d lay ’em out in win’rows; and ef he hadn’t been a church-member he’d been a real fightin’ character. I was always ‘fraid to have him roused, for all he was so willin’ and meechin’ to home, and set round clever as anybody. My Susan Ellen used to boss him same’s the kitten, when she was four year old.”

“I’ve got a kind of a sideways cant to my nose, that Tobin give me when we was to school. I don’t know’s you ever noticed it,” said Mr. Briley. “We was scufflin’, as lads will. I never bore him no kind of a grudge. I pitied ye, when he was taken away. I re’lly did, now, Fanny. I liked Tobin first-rate, and I liked you. I used to say you was the han’somest girl to school.”

“Lemme see your nose. ‘Tis all straight, for what I know,” said the widow gently, as with a trace of coyness she gave a hasty glance. “I don’t know but what ’tis warped a little, but nothin’ to speak of. You’ve got real nice features, like your marm’s folks.”

It was becoming a sentimental occasion, and Jefferson Briley felt that he was in for something more than he had bargained. He hurried the faltering sorrel horse, and began to talk of the weather. It certainly did look like snow, and he was tired of bumping over the frozen road.

“I shouldn’t wonder if I hired a hand here another year, and went off out West myself to see the country.”

“Why, how you talk!” answered the widow.

“Yes’m,” pursued Jefferson. “‘Tis tamer here than I like, and I was tellin’ ’em yesterday I’ve got to know this road most too well. I’d like to go out an’ ride in the mountains with some o’ them great clipper coaches, where the driver don’t know one minute but he’ll be shot dead the next. They carry an awful sight o’ gold down from the mines, I expect.”

“I should be scairt to death,” said Mrs. Tobin. “What creatur’s men folks be to like such things! Well, I do declare.”

“Yes,” explained the mild little man. “There’s sights of desp’radoes makes a han’some livin’ out o’ followin’ them coaches, an’ stoppin’ an’ robbin’ ’em clean to the bone. Your money or your life!” and he flourished his stub of a whip over the sorrel mare.

“Landy me! you make me run all of a cold creep. Do tell somethin’ heartenin’, this cold day. I shall dream bad dreams all night.”

“They put on black crape over their heads,” said the driver mysteriously. “Nobody knows who most on ’em be, and like as not some o’ them fellows come o’ good families. They’ve got so they stop the cars, and go right through ’em bold as brass. I could make your hair stand on end, Mis’ Tobin,–I could so!”

“I hope none on ’em’ll git round our way, I’m sure,” said Fanny Tobin. “I don’t want to see none on ’em in their crape bunnits comin’ after me.”