I owned one las' year, but he died on me an' I can't get another nohow." "Did you walk here ?" asked Beth.
"Yes, miss; o' course.

I've walked the hull county over a-tryin' to find Lucy.

I don' mind the walking much." There was another pause, while old Will Rogers looked anxiously at the boy and the girl, and they looked at each other.

Then Beth took out her purse.
"I want to hire your services to help us in the election," she said, briskly.

"I'll furnish you a horse and buggy and you can drive around and talk with people and try to find Lucy at the same time.