"How are you, Mr. Harding?" Welton returned his greeting. "Just chanel bags outlet down for the day?"
     "How are things going up your way?"
     "First rate," replied Welton. "We're going ahead three bells and a jingle. Started to saw last week."
     "That's good," said Harding. "I haven't heard of one of your teams on the road, and I began to wonder. We've got to begin deliveries on our Los Angeles and San Pedro contracts by the first of August, and we're depending on chanel bags for cheap you."
     "We'll be there," replied Welton with a laugh.
     The young man laughed back.
     "You'd better be, if you don't want us to come up and take your scalp," said he, gathering his reins.
     "Guess I lay in some hair tonic so's to have a good one ready for you," returned Welton, as Harding nodded his farewell.
     Part 3 Chapter 9
     Matters stood thus dependent on the efforts of Jack Orde, at Washington, cheap louis vuitton bags when, one evening, Baker rode in to camp and dismounted before the low verandah of the sleeping quarters. Welton and Bob sat, chair-tilted, awaiting the supper gong.
     "Thrice hail, noble chiefs!" cried Baker, cautiously stretching out first one sturdy leg, then the other. "Against which post can I lean my trusty charger?"
     Baker was garbed to suit the role. His boots were very thick and very tall, and most cheap louis vuitton bags bristly with hobnails; they laced with belt laces through forty-four calibre eyelets, and were strapped about the top with a broad piece of leather and two glittering buckles. Furthermore, his trousers were of khaki, his shirt of navy blue, his belt three inches broad, his neckerchief of red, and his hat both wide and high.
     In response to enthusiastic greetings, he struck a pose.
     "How do you like it?" cheap louis vuitton handbags he inquired. "Isn't this the candy make-up for the simple life--surveyor, hardy prospector, mountain climber, sturdy pedestrian? Ain't I the real young cover design for the Out-of-door number?"
     He accepted their congratulations with a lofty wave.
     "That's all right," said he; "but somebody take away this horse before I bite him. I'm sore on that horse. Joke! Snicker!"