The other lifted her head, flinging back her loosened hair with one hand.
"Mr.Keith dropped it," she exclaimed.

"Where do you suppose he got it ?" Then she gave a quick, startled cry, her eyes opening wide in horror.
"The Cimmaron Crossing, the murder at the Cimmaron Crossing! He--he told me about that; but he never showed me this--this.

Do you--do you think--" Her voice failed, but Kate Murphy gathered her into her arms.
"Cry here, honey," she said, as if to a child.

"Shure an' Oi don't know who it was got kilt out yonder, but Oi'm tellin' ye it niver was Jack Keith what did it--murther ain't his stoyle.".