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"Come far?" asked Duff, approaching the stranger.
"Quite a bit," he answered, in a quiet, courteous voice, pausing a
moment in his work.
"Going out?" enquired Duff.
"Not yet," he said. "Going up the country first to The Post."
"Ah, we have just come down from there," said Duff. "We started
yesterday morning," he added, evidently hoping to surprise the man.
"Yes," he answered in a quiet tone of approval. "Nice little run! Nice
little run! Bit of a hurry, I guess," he ventured apologetically.
"You bet your life, we just are. This damned war makes a man feel like
as if the devil was after him," said Duff.
"War!" The man looked blankly at him. "Who's fightin'?"
"Why, haven't you heard? It's been going on for a month. We heard only
three days ago as we were going further up the country. It knocked our
plans endways, and here we are chasing ourselves to get out."
"War!" said the man again. "Who's fightin'? Uncle Sam after them
Mexicans?"
"No. Mexicans, hell!" exclaimed Duff.


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