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"Well," Miss Georgie sun of taking up the matter I don't believe, now, that he will I wired the news to the papers in Shoshone, so he et Saunders out of the way--for he certainly er behind the bars

"But I don't see," she said, in a puzzled way, "how that gun ca, and I could swear there wasn't any gun"

"Well, he did pick it up--fortunately," Good Indian returned gri was settled so easily"

She looked up at him sharply for a ht better of it

"Oh, here's your handkerchief," she said quietly, taking it fro is settled I' to turn you out now The four-thirty-five is due pretty soon--and I have oodles of work"

He looked at her strangely, and went aondering why Miss Georgie hated so to have him in the office lately

On the next day, at ten o'clock, they buried Saunders on a certain little knoll aebrush; buried him without much ceremony, it is true, but with more respect than he had received when he was alive and sha little and listening attentively to the comravel had been spatted into place he rode down through the Indian camp on his way home, thankful that everyone see final, and anxious that Rachel should know it He felt rather queer about Rachel; sorry for her, in an ieneral and toward hiood turn because of her interest

But Rachel, when he reached the ca peacefully in the shade of his wikiup when Grant rode up, and he runted in reply to a question or two Good Indian resolved to be patient He dismounted, and squatted upon his heels beside Peppajee, offered hiht-eyed papoose in scanty raiard him inquisitively

"I just saw the a conversation "You believe he shot himself?"

Peppajee took his little stone pipe from his lips, blew a thin wreath of smoke, and replaced the steht ahead of hi