"Everything will simply be ruined! Just see that trunk holding my
evening-dresses--right by that horse-trough. Do make those awful
creatures go away, won't you, Nolla?" begged Barbara.
"With those nasty guns sticking from their belts--not me! But I'll go
to the office and complain to the baggage-master."
So Eleanor courageously turned her back on the fascinating sight of all
those revolvers, and Barbara followed closely at her sister's heels;
both of them hurried to the old car that displayed a sign saying it was
the baggage-room. No one was there, so the girls stood at the door,
whence the road leading to the railway could be seen.
"If only we knew when the chauffeur would come!" sighed Barbara, but
now Eleanor had misgivings about an automobile.
Meantime the men had seen the two strangers hovering about but they
were not aware that the trunks belonged to the new-comers. When the
girls entered the "station" one old rascal leaned over and said:
"Them are tenderfeet an' we-all oughter welcome 'em in th' good old-
fashioned custom."
"Sure thing!" cried the others, and they quickly planned.
Eleanor decided it was time to dispossess these ruffians from her
property, so she assumed an air of courage and started for the group,
while Barbara held firmly to her sister's sleeve. But an unexpected
denouement halted the two girls.
"Ah say you cheated that deal!" howled a miner, at the same time he
slapped his leather gauntlet across a cow-boy's face.
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