"I thought you were in yonder boat," she said.
"Not I," he laughed; "I distanced you by the highroad two hours, and have been reconnoitering, until I saw you hesitate at the cross-roads." "But who is in the boat ?" asked Mrs.Tucker, partly to hide her embarrassment.
"Only some early Chinese market gardener, I dare say.

But you are safe now.

You are on your own land.

You passed the boundary monument of the rancho five minutes ago.

Look! All you see before you is yours from the _embarcadero_ to yonder Coast Range." The tone of half raillery did not, however, cheer Mrs.Tucker.