I had locked the door, and was approaching the wagon when Mr. Horton asked: "Where's your dog--you've got one, ain't ye?" "Guard? Yes, he's with Joe. Why?" I stopped short as I suddenly realized what Joe's absence for the night meant. "Why, I can't go, Jessie; I shall have to milk both the cows to-night!" "Oh, that's true!" groaned Jessie. She started up. "I'm sorry we have detained you at all, Mr. Horton, but Leslie can't stay here alone all night, and the cows must be milked. Come, Ralph, we must get out." As Ralph slid obediently off his seat, Mr. Horton laid a detaining hand on his arm. Ralph wriggled himself loose, looking defiant. "Wait!" Mr. Horton urged. "It's too bad for you to have to keep on sufferin' all night, Miss Jessie, when you might be helped." "Oh, I know it!" Jessie moaned, sinking back on the seat and covering her face with her hands. "I've never had the toothache myself, but I know it must be dreadful. By the way, where are the cows?" Mr. Horton stood up and looked around as if he might spy them in the tree-tops or anywhere. "I do'no--I wisht' 'twas so I could spend the time--" he muttered reflectively. Then, suddenly: "How long will it take ye to milk 'em? I might wait." "Oh, no! No indeed! I couldn't think of asking you to do that on my account!" I exclaimed, feeling very grateful, nevertheless, for the interest he displayed. "The cows haven't come up yet; besides, it would do no good to milk them now, at noon, for this evening," I explained, although Mr. Horton, being a cattleman, should have known that without my telling him. "I've thought what I can do," I said, after a moment. "You and Ralph go with Mr. Horton, Jessie, and after the chores are done this evening I'll slip over to Crusoe to Mrs. Riley's." Mrs. Riley being the kindly Irish-woman with whom old Joe usually boarded when working in the mines. "That's a good plan," Jessie said. "I couldn't bear to leave you here alone all night." Mr. Horton had seemed considerably nonplussed when he found that I was not coming with him; he now brightened visibly, remarking: "Yes, you can do that; lonesome work for a young gal stayin' alone all night; no tellin' what might happen," and then, with that curious fatality that so often induces people to say exactly the wrong thing for their purpose, he added: "I should 'a' thought your nigger would 'a' left the dog here to purtect you young women whilst he was gone. But niggers is always thoughtless, and yourn is no exception."