"Another cartridge, please, Sir Redmond," she said, and wound
industriously on the finished roll.
"It's a jolly good thing I brought my pockets full." Sir Redmond fished
one out for her. "Was that a dozen?"
"No; that had only six films. I want a larger one this time. It is a
perfect nuisance to stop and change. Be still, Goldie!"
"We're getting rather a long way behind--but I fancy the road is
plain."
"We'll hurry and overtake them. I won't take any more pictures."
"Until you chance upon something you can't resist. I understand all
that, you know." Sir Redmond, while he teased, was pondering whether
this was an auspicious time and place to ask Beatrice to marry him. He
had tried so many times and places that seemed auspicious, that the man
was growing fearful. It is not pleasant to have a girl smile indulgently
upon you and deftly turn your avowals aside, so that they fall flat.
"I'm ready," she announced, blind to what his eyes were saying.
"Shall we trek?" Sir Redmond sighed a bit. He was not anxious to
overtake the others.
"We will. Only, out here people never 'trek,' Sir Redmond. They 'hit the
trail'."
"So they do. And the way these cowboys do it, one would think they were
couriers, by Jove! with the lives of a whole army at stake. So I fancy
we had better hit the trail, eh?"
"You're learning," Beatrice assured him, as they started on.
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