She wanted me to buy them--the old blackmailer! She made threats, Grant--about Saunders.

She says you--I came right down to tell you, because I was afraid she might make trouble.

But there was so much more on hand right here"-- she glanced involuntarily at the trampled place in the dust.

"She said she'd come back this evening, 'when the sun goes away.' She's there now, most likely.

What shall I tell her?
We can't have that story mouthed all over the country." Good Indian twisted a wisp of mane in his fingers, and frowned abstractedly.
"If you'll ride on slowly," he told her, at last straightening the twisted lock, "I'll overtake you.