"But you see, Miss, it wouldn't seem right"—began Cass.
"But I found him first," interrupted the girl, with a pout.
Staggered by this preemptive right, sacred to all miners, Cass stopped.
"Who is the coroner?" she asked.
"Joe Hornsby."
"The tall, lame man, who was half eaten by a grizzly?"
"Yes."
"Well, look now! I'll ride on and bring him back in half an hour. There!"
"But, Miss—!"
"Oh, don't mind me. I never saw anything of this kind before, and I want to see it all."