I don't _know_ so much, Swan, but I'm pretty good at guessing.

So if you'll come with me to Whisper, your dog may show yuh who owns that handkerchief.

If he don't, then I'm making a mistake, and I'd like to be set right." "Somebody rode that horse," Swan meditated aloud.

"Yack don't make a mistake like that, and I don't think I'm blind.

Where's the man that was on the horse?
What you think, Lone ?" "_Me_?
I think there was another horse somewhere close to that outcropping, tied to a bush, maybe.