When Latisan came to his senses sufficiently to move his muscles, she avoided his groping arms and ran to the wagon. For a moment the big bays crouched, expecting the whistling sweep of the whip, bending their necks to watch the passenger climbing to her seat. "Wait!" begged Latisan. He stumbled toward the wagon, staring at her, tripped by the earth ridges to which he paid no heed. "Yes!" she promised. And then in tones that were low and thrilling and significant with honest pledge she said, "I'll wait for you--at home--at home!" Jeff obeyed her quick command and swung the whistling whip, and Latisan stood gazing after her. The men respected his stunned absorption in his thoughts. They went scattering to their work. Felix walked with Vittum. "Ba gor!" The French Canadian vented the ejaculation after taking a deep breath. "When she say it to him--as she say it--it make goose flesh wiggle all over maself!" "As I have said!" Vittum was trudging along, his eyes on a big plug of tobacco from which he was paring a slice. "As I have said!" He slid the slice into his mouth from the blade of the knife. "She knows her business!"