But Good Indian seemed to recall something, and went quickly over
to her just in time to prevent her starting.
"Was there something in particular you wanted when you came?" he
asked, laying a hand on the neck of the bay. "It just occurred
to me that there must have been."
She leaned so that the others could not hear, and her face was
grave enough now.
"Why, yes. It's old Hagar. She came to me this afternoon, and
she had that bunch of hair you cut off that was snarled in the
bush. She had your knife. She wanted me to buy them--the old
blackmailer! She made threats, Grant--about Saunders. She says
you--I came right down to tell you, because I was afraid she
might make trouble. But there was so much more on hand right
here"--she glanced involuntarily at the trampled place in the
dust. "She said she'd come back this evening, 'when the sun
goes away.' She's there now, most likely. What shall I tell her?
We can't have that story mouthed all over the country.
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