"Well, Pete," Captain Blake said after a short pause, "the boys want to go after him and it's up to you to get them a good guide, a man you can trust."
"Sure an' it's meself as knows jest the man if he's at home. I haven't seen him fer two or three days, but he's prob'ly round somewhars. Yer sit here a minute an' I'll find out."
Pete left the store by the front door and was gone about ten minutes.
"Lucky Hogan'll be here in a few minutes," he announced when he returned. "He's in town an' it's three men I sent ter find him."
"He's Irish?" Captain Blake asked.
Pete laughed. "Thot's the funny part uv it. Thar's not a drop uv Irish blood in him: he's pure Injun: a full blooded Crow."
"Then that isn't his real name?"
"I dunno. S'pose not, but it's what iveryone calls him."
"He's reliable?"
"Yer don't s'pose I'd sent fer him if he wasn't do yer?" Pete replied a bit nettled.