“I not know you have business.”
“Oh, yes; I do a rushin’ business—by spells.”
She persisted, unsatisfied:
“But what kind of business?”
Smith laughed outright.
“Well,” he answered humorously, “I travels a good deal—in the dark of the moon.”
“Smith!”
She was keener than he had thought, for she drew her right hand slyly under her left arm in the expressive Indian sign signifying theft. He did not answer, so she said in a tone of mingled fear and reproach:
“You steal Indian horses!”
“Well?”