“And they saw your girl?”
“Every day. Several of them visited us. One in particular came often and appeared very anxious to converse with us.”
“What sort of man was he?”
“Large, rather good-looking, and a plausible and gentlemanly appearing man.”
“With black hair, as smooth as my colt’s skin, and a scar on one cheek?”
“Yes. I remember it distinctly.”
“I know him, stranger.”
“You! But that is not improbable.”
“I’ll bet my rifle I do, and a bigger Satan never disgraced the name of man. He’s a hull mule train in rascality, that man is. It isn’t the first of his infernal capers that I have been knowing to, and unless you travel swift you may make up your mind to find your daughter in that serpent’s nest, Salt Lake City.”
“Heaven keep her from it! Death, even, would be a blessing compared to that.”