She ran off from me there, an' I trailed her all over Colorado.

An' the end of that trail was not a hundred miles from where we stand now.

The last trace I had was of the burnin' of a prairie-schooner by Arapahoes as they were goin' home from a foray on the Utes....

The little girl might have toddled off the trail.

But I reckon she was hidden or dropped by her mother, or some one fleein' for life.