"Hat, you and I have been good friends, haven't we?"
"Always, Mac."
"I've something to ask you. Something I must know. You remember the night we burned that handkerchief?"
"I should say so."
"Have you ever seen—have you ever known of her ever being in here—or around here since?"
Hatton hesitated.
"Tell me, Hat."
"I can't tell you, Mac. There's been the devil to pay. Some other things stolen. Miller's got hold of it, and, old man, I'm thankful I'm going, for I'd have to tell what we know."
"Great God! and Forrest two weeks' march away,—least count! See here, Hat! To-day I found something among my handkerchiefs—in a missing one that was returned. Do you know how it got there?"
"Yes," slowly. "She herself gave it to me and asked me to put it there."