"And Saunders," she went on rapidly, "returned safe enough. He
sneaked in just before I closed the office last night, and asked
for a telegram. There wasn't any, and he sneaked out again and
went to bed--so Pete told me this morning. And most of the
Indians have pulled out--squaws, dogs, papooses, and all--on some
fishing or hunting expedition. I don't know that it has anything
to do with your affairs, or would even interest you, though. And
there has been no word from Peaceful, and they can't possibly get
back now till the four-thirty--five.
"And that's all I can tell you, Mr. Imsen," she finished crisply,
and took up a novel with a significance which not even the
dullest man could have ignored.
Good Indian stared, flushed hotly, and made for the door.
"Thank you for the information. I'm afraid this has been a lot
of bother for you," he said stiffly, gave her a ceremonious
little bow, and went his way stiff-necked and frowning.
Miss Georgie leaned forward so that she could see him through the
window.
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