"
"Mebbe, but everybody's not as slow as you at getting at what they
want."
This appeared to put Susan's retirement in a light that gave rise to
pondering. There was a pause, then came the young man's heavy
footsteps slouching back to his wagon. Daddy John settled down on the
seat.
"I'm almighty glad it weren't him, Missy," he said, over his shoulder.
"I'd 'a' known then why you cried."
CHAPTER V
Late the same day Leff, who had been riding on the bluffs, came down to
report a large train a few miles ahead of them. It was undoubtedly the
long-looked-for New York Company.
The news was as a tonic to their slackened energies. A cheering
excitement ran through the train. There was stir and loud talking.
Its contagion lifted Susan's spirits and with her father she rode on in
advance, straining her eyes against the glare of the glittering river.
Men and women, who daily crowded by them unnoted on city streets, now
loomed in the perspective as objective points of avid interest. No
party Susan had ever been to called forth such hopeful anticipation.
To see her fellows, to talk with women over trivial things, to demand
and give out the human sympathies she wanted and that had lain
withering within herself, drew her from the gloom under which she had
lain weeping in the back of Daddy John's wagon.
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