“A letter!” he cried stupidly. “Where the hell did you get that?—Boys! Look here! A note from Swan River! Who in thunder at Swan River can write a white man’s hand?”
Stonor, Doc Giddings, Strange, and Mathews, who were in the store, hastened to him.
“Who’s it addressed to?” asked the policeman.
“Just to the Company. Whoever wrote it didn’t have the politeness to put my name down.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know you.”
“How could that be?” asked Gaviller, with raised eyebrows.
“Open it! Open it!” said Doc Giddings irritably.
Gaviller did so, and his face expressed a still greater degree of astonishment. “Ha! Here’s our man!” he cried.
“Imbrie!” they exclaimed in unison.
“Listen!” He read from the note.