"Yes."
"Well, now, if it ain't above No. 10, where is it?" No answer. "Where does it go?" she repeated severely, like a schoolmarm to a class of backward boys.
"That's what everybody'd like to know."
"Then let 'em ask Pitcairn."
"What's Pitcairn say?"
She got up briskly, moved to another log almost at the Colonel's feet, and sat looking at him a moment as if making up her mind about something serious. The Colonel stood, fists at his sides, arrested by that name Pitcairn.
"You know Pitcairn's the best all-round man we got here," she asserted rather than asked.
The Colonel nodded.
"He's an Idaho miner, Pitcairn is!"
"I know."