Weary suggested that maybe Annie-Many-Ponies had taken a
notion to go and visit old Dave, since the two were old friends.
It was here that Applehead unwittingly put into words the vague suspicion
which Luck had been trying to stifle and had not yet faced as a definite idea.
"I calc'late we'll likely find that thar squaw putty tol'ble close to whar we
find Bill Holmes," Applehead remarked sourly. "Her goin' off same, day they
stuck up that bank don't look to me like no happenstance--now I'm tellin' yuh!
'N' if I was shurf, and was ast to locate that squaw, I'd keep right on the
trail uh Bill Holmes, jest as we're doin' now."
"That isn't like Annie," Luck said sharply to, still the conviction in his own
mind. "Whatever faults she may have, she's been loyal to me, and honest. Look
how she stuck last winter, when she didn't have anything at stake, wasn't
getting any salary, and yet worked like a dog to help make the picture a
success. Look how she got up in the night when the blizzard struck, and fed
our horses and cooked breakfast of her own accord, just so I could get out
early and get my scenes. I've known her since she was a dirty-faced papoose,
and I never knew her to lie or steal.
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