"That's it, Miss! The postmaster over at Lamar told me to look out fer
'im. He's moved up hy'eh, and it ain't fer no good. The word's out that a
city man's lookin' for some_thing_ or some_body_ in these hills. And
the man's stayin'--"
"Where?"
"At the huntin' club where folks don't go no more. I ain't seen him, but
th' word's passed. He's a city man and a stranger, and got a little
fella' that's been a soldier into th' army stayin' with 'im. I thought
yo' furriner was him, Miss, honest to God I did."
The incident amused Shirley and she laughed aloud. She had undoubtedly
gained information that Chauvenet had gone forth to seek; she had--and
the thing was funny--served Chauvenet well in explaining away his
presence in the mountains and getting him out of the clutches of the
mountaineer, while at the same time she was learning for herself the fact
of Armitage's whereabouts and keeping it from Chauvenet. It was a curious
adventure, and she gave her hand smilingly to the mystified and still
doubting mountaineer.
"I give you my word of honor that neither man is a government officer and
neither one has the slightest interest in you--will you believe me?"
"I reckon I got to, Miss.
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