"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering--though it's a trivial matter
which is hardly worth mentioning--but I just happened to wonder
how you came to know that Georgie Howard is in the habit of
giving candy to the squaws--or anything else. I'm sure I
never--" She bit her lips as if she regretted having said so
much.
Good Indian laughed. In truth, he was immensely relieved; he
had been afraid she might want him to explain something
else--something which he felt he must keep to himself even in the
face of her anger. But this--he laughed again.
"That's easy enough," he said lightly. "I've seen her do it a
couple of times. Maybe Hagar has been keeping an eye on me--I
don't know; anyway, when I've had occasion to go to the store or
to the station, I've nearly always seen her hanging around in the
immediate vicinity. I went a couple of times to see Miss Georgie
about this land business. She's wise to a lot of law--used to
help her father before he died, it seems. And she has some of
his books, I discovered.
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