"What is it?" said the half-breed, taking it and turning it over in his fingers, while giving the young man an inquiring glance.
"A ring."
"Hang it, I can see that, and a very handsome ring too; but I ask you what meaning it has in your hands?"
"Do you not know?"
"How would you have me know?"
"Is it true that you do not know to whom it belongs?"
"Certain."
"Then you did not notice it on anybody's hand?"
"No; and I assure you that if I had seen it twenty times I should not recognise it now, for I pay no attention to such futilities."
"Well, since you do not know to whom it belongs, I will tell you."