PROLOGUE“That girl the murderer of a man—of Lee Holly! That pretty
little girl? Bosh! I don’t believe it.”
“I did not say she killed him; I said she was suspected. And
even though she was cleared, the death of that renegade adds one
more to the mysteries of our new West. But I think the mere
suspicion that she did it entitles her to a medal, or an ovation of
some sort.”
The speakers were two men in complete hunting costume. That they
were strangers in the Northwest was evidenced by the very lively
interest they took in each bit of local color in landscape or
native humanity. Of the latter, there was a most picturesque
variety. There were the Northern red men in their bright blankets,
and women, too, with their beadwork and tanned skins for sale. A
good market-place for these w
