"Oh, I think so, Chaldea. Your plotting has all been in vain."
"My plotting. What do you know of that?"
"A certain portion, my girl, and I'm going to know more when I see Silver."
Chaldea frowned darkly. "I know nothing of him."
"I think you do, since you gave him a certain letter."
"Patchessa tu adove?" asked Chaldea scornfully; then, seeing that her visitor did not understand her, explained: "Do you believe in that?"
"Yes," said Miss Greeby alertly. "You found the letter in Pine's tent when he was camping here as Hearne, and passed it to Silver so that he might ask money for it."
"It's a lie. I swear it's a lie. I ask no money. I told the tiny rye—"
"Silver, I presume," put in Miss Greeby carelessly.
"Aye: Silver is his name, and a good one for him as has no gold."