Cal asked.“I’m fine,” Emma replied, “but because I lost the last two after the third month, I’m not to do heavy physical work and must rest frequently.”“No riding your pony either,” Patrick reminded her. “She’s to see the doctor every two weeks until the baby comes.”“We can get you a buggy for town, if need be,” Cal said.“I’m not an invalid,” Emma said sharply. “I can walk.”As they left the hotel for the bank, an automobile pulled to a stop outside. The driver cut the engine, jumped out, pulled off his goggles, and went up the steps looking about as pleased as a man could be.Cal, Patrick, and Emma gave the machine a close look. It was a lot like a buggy, with a front seat and a backseat, a stiff high top, big back wheels, little front ones with hard tires, and a carbide lamp. Cal allowed the only thing it lacked was a horse, and although it had made one hell of a racket and fouled the air, the contraption intrigued him. If a mechanical engine could cart people around, maybe it could be used to pump water out of the ground.
