He is apparently afraid of her for some reason.

That is what Miss Molly spoke to me about.

We were on the side porch at the hotel talking while the dancers were at supper--it was the only opportunity the girl had to get away--and Mrs.Dupont and her husband came into the parlor--" "Her husband?
Good Lord, I thought her husband was dead." "He is n't.

He 's a tin-horn gambler, known in the saloons as 'Reb,' a big duffer, wearing a black beard." "All right, go on; I don't know him." "Well, I stepped into the room to keep the two apart, leaving the girl alone outside.

We had a bit of talk before I got the room cleared, and when I went back to the porch, Miss Molly had gone." "Dropped over the railing to the ground." "That's what I thought at the time, sir, but what happened to her after that?
She did n't return to the hotel; she was not at the dance hall, and has n't come back to the post." "The hell you say! Are you sure ?" "I am; I searched for her high and low before I left, and she could not get in here without passing the guard-house." Kane stared into the Sergeant's race a moment, and then out across the parade ground.