Sing - " but Hop
Sing had vanished, leaving only his white apron across the wash bench.
As the stage thundered around the turn at the end of the main street,
the wounded horse threw up his head, coughed bloody spume over the
pointers (the second pair), and fell. Men were already scrambling onto
their horses, and loping in from all directions. Rand cut out a buckskin
leader, mounted, and dashed frantically back up the road followed by a
dozen horsemen.
"Rand, who was it?"
"I don't know, exactly. Thought I saw Digger Dan - " They were over the
hill, and Jo heard no more.
Hop Sing did not turn up for supper, but his tall substitute did fairly
well, and Jo did not worry. Some time after dark, a weary Rand appeared.
"Well, Miss Jo, we got Digger Dan. At least we thought it was, but he
won't say a word except that he wants to see you. I've come to escort
you over to the jail. Will you trust yourself to me that far?"
"That far, yes," archly, "'tis but a short space." Not for worlds would
she have him guess her anxiety of the afternoon.
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