He did not turn his head, but he called back a
genial "Hello!" which was answered by a grunt not devoid of friendliness.
The evening meal was eaten together, and the two arranged their blankets
near the fire for the night's rest. Farwell's two dogs and Pine's one
faithful henchman lay down in peace a short distance away. It was as it
had been for a time back, except that the Indian had become, suddenly,
either an obstacle to be overcome or a friend to assist. Not realizing
his new importance, the guide grunted a good night and fell into that
sleep of his that never seemed to capture his senses entirely.
At the small town, which was reached late the following day, Farwell
engaged two rooms at the ramshackle tavern and informed Pine that he was
to share the luxuries.
This was unusual. In the past a day at the station sufficed for business
transactions, and night found them in the woods again. Pine was confused
but alert. However, things progressed comfortably enough. The expected
mail was awaiting Farwell, and he greedily bought all the newspapers he
could get. His purchases at the store did not interest the Indian and he
was not even aware that several garments for a woman were included in
Farwell's list.
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