“We must locate them Sun-dances,” he said.
“Yes. We’ve got troops enough to stop them.”
“Troops?—pshaw!”
Seth rose. Parker understood his last remark. The presence of troops had long since been discussed between them. The visitor moved toward the door, and the Agent went to his desk. At the door Seth turned as some thought occurred to him.
“Guess I’d not report anything yet. Not till the Sun-dances are located. I’ll git around some.” He slipped into his fur coat and turned up the storm collar.
Parker nodded.
“Keep a smart eye for yourself, Seth,” he said. “Little Black Fox isn’t likely to forget. Especially with Steyne around.”
Seth smiled faintly.
“And Steyne ’ll kind o’ remember, sure.” He passed out and left his sturdy friend wondering.
“I’d give something to know,” that individual said to himself, when the sound of horse’s hoofs had died out. “Seth’s dead against Steyne, and I’d like to bet it’s over Rosebud.” 215