Beatrice, scenting trouble, hurried to change the subject. "What's this, Dickthe Missouri River?"
"Hardly. This is the water that didn't fall in the buggy. It isn't deep; it makes bad going worse, that's all."
Thinking to expedite matters, he struck Hawk sharply across the flank. It was a foolish thing to do, and Dick knew it when he did it; ten seconds later he knew it better.