"Ruth's Man Friday!" ejaculated Helen.
"I shouldn't wonder. But we can't prove it because we haven't the size of yonder gentleman's boot. Humph I he is running away from us, all right."
"Maybe he never saw us," suggested Helen.
They called to Ruth and told her of the glimpse they had had of the stranger.
"And what did he run away for, do you suppose?" demanded Jennie.
"I am sure you need not ask me," said Ruth. "What did he look like?"
"I did not see his face," said Jennie. She repeated what she had already said to Helen about the stranger's gray hat and brown coat.
Ruth looked somewhat troubled and made no further comment Of course, the coat and hat were probably like the coat and hat of numberless other men in the West. But the last time Ruth had seen Dakota Joe Fenbrook, that individual had been wearing a broad-brimmed gray sombrero and a brown duck coat.