I had just hitched the cows to the end of the tongue, by means of the chain, when they trotted by, and sweeping down near me halted.

Virginia still sat as if she had never moved, her hand gripping the iron support of the carriage top, her foot outside the box as if she was ready to spring out.

Buck Gowdy leaped out and came down to me.
"In trouble, Mr.Vandemark ?" he inquired.

"Can we be of any assistance ?" "I guess I can make it," I said, scraping the mud off my trousers and boots.

"Gee-up there, Liney!" My cows settled slowly into the yoke, and standing, as they did now, on firm ground, they deliberately snaked the wagon, hub-deep as it was, out of the mire, and stopped at the word on the western side of the mud-hole.
"Good work, Mr.Vandemark!" he said.