"If he'll lend 'em to you, and I guess he will, why don't you get into Mr. Hill's boots?" she said to Hart's nephew. And then she fetched up a nice sort of smile, and said to him real friendly-sounding: "I do like stage-drivers, and that's a fact--and there's no telling how pleasant I'll make things for you if you'll take the coach across to Santa Fé to-morrow over that Sunday-school road! Will you do it?" And then the Hen give him one of them fetching looks of hers, and asked him over: "Will you do it--to oblige _me_?" Now that was more words at one time than the Hen had dropped on Hart's nephew since he struck the camp; and as the few he'd ever got from her mostly hadn't been nice ones, and these sounding to him--he being drunk--like as if they was real good-natured, he was that pleased he didn't know what to do. Of course he was dead set on the Hen, same as everybody else was--she truly was a powerful fine woman--and it just was funny to see how he tried to steady himself on his legs gentlemanly, and was all over fool smiles. So he said back to the Hen--speaking slow, to keep his words from tumbling all over each other--he'd just drive that coach across to Santa Fé a-hooping if Hill'd lend it to him; and then he asked Hill if he might have it--and told him he could trust him to handle it in good shape, because everybody knowed he was a real daisy at driving mules. For a fact, Hart's nephew did manage well at mule-driving. It was one of the blame few things that fool knowed how to do. Denver Jones allowed it was because he was related to 'em--on the father's side. "Just for this once, Mr. Hill," said the Hen, speaking coaxy. And she got her head round a little--so Hart's nephew couldn't see what she was doing--and give Hill a wink to come into the game. Hill didn't know what in the world the Hen was up to--nobody ever did know what that Hen was up to when once she got started--but he reckoned he could take it back in the morning if he didn't think what she wanted would answer, so in he come: telling Hart's nephew he might have the coach to do anything (Hill was a kind of a careless talker) he damn pleased with; and saying he'd have it hitched up and ready down at the deepo next morning, same as usual, so he could start right off when the Denver train come in.