“There was a lady came last night,” she answered innocently.
“That’s the one!” he said, in his quick, eager voice. “Can you tell me where she went?”
“She said she was going west.”
“Has she gone?”
“She left the house when I did,” answered the girl simply.
“Riding!” he exclaimed. “She came on a hoss, I reckon?”
“Yes.”
“And she rode west?”
“I saw her going west,” she nodded, resuming her knitting.
The officer turned toward the troopers below, drew out a handkerchief and whipped the air with it for a second or two, then made a sweeping motion with his arm, and drawing his sabre struck it downward four times.