I know _that_ much about Red Pierre; but who doesn't ?" "I, for one." "You!" Strangely enough, there was more of accusation than of surprise in the word.
"Certainly," repeated Mary.

"I've only been in this part of the country for a short time.

I really know almost nothing about the--legends." "Legends ?" said the boy, and laughed.

"Legend?
Say, lady, if Red Pierre is just a legend the Civil War ain't no more'n a fable.

Legend?
You go anywhere on the range an' get 'em talking about that legend, and they'll make you think it's an honest-to-goodness fact, and no mistake." Mary queried earnestly: "Tell me about Red Pierre.