"Only, as it's a big contract to take, suppose we see how you can fill it.

It's forty miles to Los Cuervos, and you can't trust yourself to steamboat or stage-coach.

The steamboat left an hour ago." "If I had only known this then!" ejaculated Mrs.Tucker.
"_I_ knew it, but you had company then," said Poindexter, with ironical gallantry, "and I wouldn't disturb you." Without saying how he knew it, he continued, "In the stage-coach you might be recognized.

You must go in a private conveyance and alone; even I cannot go with you, for I must go on before and meet you there.

Can you drive forty miles ?" Mrs.Tucker lifted up her abstracted pretty lids.