“Remember,” he said, “that while we are watching, we will take means to protect you as far as we can. We are anxious to get Benson.”
“And mighty anxious to get Juniper Joe back in the jail,” added the sheriff.
She stopped in the doorway, turning to the scout.
“I may want to communicate with you. I shall use the post office if I do. I suppose that can be trusted?”
Nomad had come back to the door, along the hall.
“Nothin’ kin be trusted in this hyer thievin’ town!” he declared.
She smiled on the old trapper with what must have been something of a remnant of her vanished coquetry.
“Not even me?” she said.
Then she hurried along the hall and left the hotel, pulling her veil down as she did so.