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"You didn't tell me" And this time he spoke reproachfully

"It was after you had left that I saw it And I did go down to the ranch to tell you But I--you were so--occupied--in other directions--" She let go his wrists, and began fuain so that her face was hidden from him

"You could have told me, anyway," Good Indian said constrainedly

"You didn't want her to know I couldn't, before her And I didn't want to--hurt her by--" Miss Georgie fumbled more with her words than with her hair

"Well, there's no use arguing about that" Good Indian also found that subject a difficult one "You say he was shot Did he say--"

"He wasn't able to talk when I saw him Pete said Saunders claimed he was shot at the stable, but I know that to be a lie" Miss Georgie spoke with unfeeling exactness "That was to save hioing to die, if he hasn't already; he had the look--I've seen them in wrecks, and I know He won't talk; he can't But there'll be an investigation--and Bauet you in this way as in any other More so, maybe Because a murder is always aard to handle"

"I can't see why he should want to murder me" Good Indian took her hands away fro her "You've been fudging around till you've got about ten ru ood intentions "I don't believe he does want toto ood job of it He doesn't like you, anyitness the way you bawled hier may have wanted him to keep an eye on you--My Heavens, oose?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," he retorted, grinning a little "Honest! I'ot a strangle hold on you--and your hair is so fluffy it's a deuce of a job You keep wriggling and getting it caught in new places If you could only e to stand still--but I suppose you can't

"By the way," he remarked casually, after a short silence, save for an occasional squeal fro of Saunders--I didn't shoot hilement of her hair "You DIDN'T? Then who did?"