“Yes.”

He bit into his apple, unconcerned:

“They are all after her. But I never saw her kind to any man — whatever she may be.”

Why, I did not know, but what he said gave me satisfaction.

“You do not know which way she went?” I asked.

“No, sir. I have been here but the half hour. She knows the Bouton boys yonder. I have seen her coming and going on this road, sometimes with an Indian — — ”

“With a Sagamore?”

He continued his munching. Having swallowed what he chewed, he said:

“I know nothing of savages or Sagamores. The Indian may have been a Sagamore.”