He read it twice before he looked up.
"What time you ketchum this ?" he asked, tapping the message with his finger.
"Mebbyso one hour." The buck pulled a brass watch ostentatiously from under his blanket, held it to his ear a moment, as if he needed auricular assurance that it was running properly, and pointed to the hour of three.

"Ketchum one dolla, mebbyso pikeway quick.

No stoppum," he said virtuously.
"You see Peaceful in Hartley ?" Good Indian asked the question from an idle impulse; in reality, he was wondering what it was that Miss Georgie had to tell him.
"Peacefu', him go far off.

On train.

All same heap fat man go 'long.
Mebbyso Shoshone, mebbyso Pocatello." Good Indian looked down at the note, and frowned; that, probably, was what she had meant to tell him, though he could not see where the knowledge was going to help him any.