"F. G.," he said grimly; "Francis Garrod."
"F. G.," he said grimly, "Francis Garrod"
"How do I know?" said Etzeeah excitedly. "I have no letters. If it is the white man's gun, Ascota left it."
"Ascota does not leave a gun," said Jack. "Where is Garrod?"
"I don't know," muttered Etzeeah. "I have not seen him."
"You are lying," Jack said coldly. "For the last time I ask you, where is Garrod?"
Etzeeah fell back on a sullen, walled silence.
Jack turned to Mary. "Is there a woman or a child that he sets great store by?" he asked swiftly in English.