"Eighteen, and beautiful, with blue eyes, and brown hair that she couldn't keep from blowing in curls about her face.

So like an angel you wouldn't forget her if you'd seen her--just once." Gently the youth placed a hand on Jolly Roger's arm.
"She didn't come this way," he said, "but maybe you'll find her somewhere else.

Won't you have breakfast with me?
I've a stranger in the cabin, still sleeping, who's going into the fire country from which you've come.

He's hunting for some one, and maybe you can give him information.

He's going to Cragg's Ridge." "Cragg's Ridge!" exclaimed Jolly Roger.