"You were all spoiling for a fight--and there did seem to be the makings of a beautiful row!" Save for the fact that she kept her eyes studiously turned away from a certain place near by, where the dust was pressed down smoothly with the weight of a heavy body, and all around was trampled and tracked, one could not have told that Miss Georgie remembered anything tragic.
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.