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HOPEDALE
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pectors turned their pack-burros loose in the streets and made a bee-line for the nearest bar, and later the men in overalls from the ore-mills came to swell the Saturday night throng.
Mr. Poth hung a conspicuous sign on the outside of his hotel which read:
REGULAR MEAL - - - - .75 REGULAR GORGE- - - -$1.50
But the event of the day to Nan occurred at noon while Mr. Poth was ringing his dinner-bell in the middle of the street that all Hopedale might know his meals were ready on schedule time.
A girl on horseback, with a man riding beside her, turned the corner sharply at a brisk gallop. Their horses shied, reared, cavorted at the noise of the clanging bell. But the faces of their riders did not change expression; they appeared not even to be aware of the plunging of their horses.
