'Only a few dollars; he says he had fortunately emptied his pockets before leaving the hotel.'
'I suppose he is going to hunt out on the plains?'
'Yes, he is going to hunt, Dorothy.'
'What will he hunt, father?'
'I believe there are all sorts of game, dear—buffaloes and deer, and so on.'
'But there are Indians too, father, are there not? I have read about emigrant trains being attacked.'
'Yes, I suppose there are Indians,' Mr. Hawtrey replied vaguely.
'Can't I read the letter, father?' she asked timidly, after another long pause.
'No, I don't think so, my dear. No, it was written to Mr. Danvers, and it was to some extent a breach of confidence his forwarding it to me, but I suppose he thought I ought to see it.'
Dorothy was silent again until her father had finished his breakfast.