“An Indian plot? Say, look here! I didn’t know I was coming west to get into something of that kind again. I presumed that all was peace and quiet on this middle border.”
“Van Alstyne, then, didn’t tell you o’ the talk I had with him yesterday?”
“Van Alstyne? No, not a word.”
“Hmm!”
“Of course, I arrived only last evening, and have had little time to confer with him. But it is strange that he did not mention such an important matter, that is, if he places any faith in the reports.”
“Aye, ther’s the rub, Major.”
“He doubts your story?”
“Yep, sent me packin’ out o’ here. Puts no stock in such wild tales, says he.”
“Well, well!” mused Whistler, puffing thoughtfully on his pipe.
At this juncture, the door of the room suddenly opened, and in stepped Captain Van Alstyne, himself.