Whereupon Miss
Georgie once more gathered her skirts together and ran to the
trail, and down that to the station.
She met a group of squaws, who eyed her curiously, but she was
looking once more at her watch, and paid no attention, although
they stood huddled in the trail staring after her. She
remembered that she had left the office unlocked and she rushed
in, and sank panting into the chair before her telegraph table
just as the smoke of the fast freight swirled around the nose of
the low, sage-covered hill to the west.
CHAPTER XXII
A BIT OF PAPER
Good Indian came out upon the rim-rock, looked down upon the
ranch beneath him, and knew, by various little movements about
the place, that breakfast was not yet ready. Gene was carrying
two pails of milk to the house, and Wally and Jack were watering
the horses that had been stabled overnight. He was on the point
of shouting down to them when his arm was caught tightly from
behind. He wheeled about and confronted Rachel.
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