A suggestion came to him.
“You didn’t see an Indian out here a while ago talking with Latimer?” he asked her.
“I wasn’t lookin’,” she said noncommittally. “The only thing I was lookin’ for was that no-’count husband o’ mine, that’s run away from me ag’in. I can’t find hide ner hair of him.”
“I wish you could,” said the scout, with much earnestness.
“Then you really don’t know what’s become of him?” she queried.
“Not in the least.”
“You didn’t help him to git away?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, I thought ye did, and I was good an’ mad!”
“You didn’t see an Indian here?”