"He came up yesterday--with fish for Pete, he SAID, and of course
he really did have some--and sent a wire to Shoshone. I found it
on file when I came back. That was perfectly innocent, too. It
was:
"'Expect to land big one to-night. Plenty of small fry. Smooth
trail.'
"I've an excellent memory, you see." She laughed shortly.
"Well, I'll go and hunt up that book, and we'll proceed to glean
the wisdom of the serpent, so that we won't be compelled to
remain as harmless as the dove! You won't mind waiting here?"
He assured her that he would not mind in the least, and she ran
out bareheaded into the hot sunlight. Good Indian leaned forward
a little in his chair so that he could watch her running across
to the shack where she had a room or two, and he paid her the
compliment of keeping her in his thoughts all the time she was
gone. He felt, as he had done with Peppajee, that he had not
known Miss Georgie at all until to-day, and he was a bit startled
at what he was finding her to be.
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