He
could not compel himself to believe she would prove unfaithful.
Unconsciously he still held the letter in his hand when the waitress
came in with his breakfast. She glanced about to make certain they
were alone and leaned over, her lips close to his ear.
"Is that the note they say that New York young lady left?"
"Yes, Sadie," in surprise. "Why?"
"Well, she never wrote it, Mr. Westcott," hurriedly placing the dishes
before him, "that's all. Now don't yer say a word to anybody that I
told yer; but she didn't go East at all; she wus took in a wagon down
the desert road. I saw 'em take her."
"You saw them? Who?"
"Well, I don't just know that, 'cept it was Matt Moore's team, an' he
wus drivin' it. I didn't see the others so es to be sure. Yer see us
help sleep over the kitchen, an' 'bout one o'clock I woke up--here
comes Timmons; he mustn't see me talkin' ter yer."
She flicked her napkin over the table, picked up an emptied dish and
vanished through the swinging-doors. Timmons, however, merely came in
searching for the Chinaman, and not finding the latter immediately,
retired again to the office, without even addressing his guest, who was
busily eating.
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