Curtis was sitting alone in the library when a tap at his window announced the presence of Grayman.
Following a gesture, the chieftain came in, and, with a look on his face which expressed high resolution and keen sorrow, he said:
"The man who killed the herder is found. He has proclaimed himself at our council, and he has ridden away into the hills."
"Who was he?"
"Cut Finger."
"Ah! So? Well, you have done your duty. I will not ask you to arrest him. Crow will do that. I hope"—he hesitated—"I hope your son was not with him?"
"'I alone did it,' he says. My son is innocent."
"I am very glad," replied Curtis, looking into the old man's tremulous face. "Go home and sleep in peace."
With a clasp of the hand Grayman said good-night and vanished.