He set the empty cup down, and looked in the fire for a moment with a steadiness that made the girl doubt if he had either heard or noticed; but after a little he spoke.
"What was that you said?"
"That the man's name was Stuart."
"Young or old?"
"Younger than you."
"And he has gone to Fort Owens?"
"Started for there, I said."
"Oh! then you haven't much faith in a tenderfoot getting through the hostiles or snow-banks?"
"How do you know he is a tenderfoot?"
He glanced up; she was looking at him with as much of a question in her eyes as her words.