“I shall find him if—if there is such a one.”
“If? What do you mean? The evidence is conclusive.”
“I find it hard to believe.”
“It is true.” His tone changed. “I must be going. It’s a long way to our camp.” He put out a hand. She gripped it quite frankly.
“What brought you this far?” she asked.
“Thought I might see you. No ladies in our camp. Only a Chinaman for a cook. Fellow gets lonesome.”
“Shall you come again?”
“I think not. It’s not safe. Feeling runs high in this land. Our crowds might mix in the wrong way. That would be bad.”
“Well, so long, then.”
“So long!”