“See you’ve got Jim Crow workin’ around—south.” Seth waved an arm in the direction whence he had come.
“Yes.” Again came the Agent’s swiftly passing smile. “We’re a good distance from the southern boundary. Jim Crow’s smart enough. How did you know?”
“Saw his tepee.”
“Ah. You’ve been south?”
“Yes. There’s a fine open country that aways.”
They passed into the Agency, and Parker’s sister and housekeeper brought the visitor coffee. The house was very plain, roomy, and comfortable. The two men were sitting in the office.
“Seen anything of Steyne around?” asked Seth, after a noisy sip of his hot coffee.
“Too much. And he’s very shy.”
Seth nodded. He quite understood.
“Guess suthin’s movin’,” he said, while he poured his coffee into his saucer and blew it.