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However, mistake or not, it was now at hand. A distant whistle sounded. The southern San Diego train was coming in, the outgoing overland express stood waiting on the rails before the platform, and by one impulse the whole Sobrante party grouped about the girl for a final kiss or hand-shake. To each and all of them she represented the best of life.

“If anybody harms or tries to harm a hair of your curly yellow head, my Lady Jess, just you telegrapht me to once an’ I’ll take the trail eastward, lickety-cut!” cried George Cromarty, with a suspicious moisture in his usually merry eyes.

“I—I’ve got a brother yender, in the State o’ Maine. Like’s not I’ll be takin’ a trip that way myself, little captain, if I find Sobrante gets too lonesome,” said Joe, the smith.

“Be sure you keep that bottle of picra right side up, just the way I fixed it in your satchel, an’ take a dose if you feel a mite car sick, or homesick, or——”

“Any other kind of sick!” interrupted John Benton, coolly pushing Aunt Sally aside, that he might get hold of Jessica himself.