"Shall you stay long?"
"I go to Florida day after to-morrow. Come on to the veranda and tell me about yourself."
"If I can stop asking questions long enough!"
It was while they were talking and smoking in the sunshine with the glorious western range spread before them, that von Sternburg said,—
"And poor old Max is dead."
He knocked the ash from his cigar with his little finger, and glanced at Friedrich, who was non-committal.
"Yes," was all he said.
"I suppose they've never found any trace of the she-devil, have they?"
Friedrich sat up with a jerk and stared at von Sternburg.
"She-devil? What she-devil?"