And on we cantered, without a word, in the mid-day heat, on our swift
mustangs.
I was only ignorant Cowboy Clem--but I worshipped bright Lobelia Bangs!
SOC. CHAT. (_fortissimo_). Not for ages; but last time I met him he was
... in a dreadful state, with the cook down with influenza ... and so I
suppose he's _married_ her by this time!
MISS F. B. (_excitedly_).
But hark! in the distance a weird shrill cry, a kinder mournful,
monotonous yelp--
(_Further irruption of_ SOCIETY CHATTER) ... is it jackal?--bison?--a
cry for help.
SOC. CHAT. Such a complete _rest_, you know--so perfectly peaceful! Not
a soul to talk to. I _love_ it ... but, to really enjoy a tomato, you
must see it dressed ... in the _sweetest_ little sailor suit!