So we rode in to town after the mail, and when we came back she was gone, bag and baggage.

We didn't see anything of her on the trail, but she could dodge us if she wanted to--she's Injun enough for that." So Luck carried a double load of anxiety with him to town, and the first thing he did when he reached it was to seek, not the beaten cashier who had accused him, but the ticket agent at the depot, and the baggage men--anyone who would be apt to remember Annie-Many-Ponies if she took a train out of town.
You might think that, with so many Indians coming and going at the depot, selling their wares and making picturesque setting for the curios which are purveyed there, that Luck stood a very slight chance of gaining any information whatever.

But a Sioux squaw in Albuquerque would be as noticeable as a Hindoo.

Pueblos, Navajos--they may come and go unnoticed because of their numbers.

But an Indian of another tribe and style of dress would be conspicuous enough to be remembered.