Which way are you going ?" "West into Iowa," I answered.
"Go on," said he, "and I'll make it right with you.

Camp somewhere west of town.

I'll come along to-night or to-morrow.

I'll make it right with you." "I don't see through this," I said, with my usual indecision as to doing something I did not understand.

"I thought I'd look around Dubuque a little." "For God's sake," said the woman from the bed, "take me on--take me on!" Her tones were so pleading, she seemed in such an agony of terror, that I suddenly made up my mind in her favor.