"Then you think Flett is over there?" asked George. "I'm interested, so is Miss Grant, and you needn't be afraid of either of us spreading what you say."
"It's my notion that Flett has spotted his men, but I guess he's now watching out near the boundary in Canada. These rustler fellows can't do all their business on one side; they'll have to cross now and then. Flett's in touch with some of the American sheriffs, who'll give him the tip, and the first time the fellows slip over the frontier he'll get them. That would suit everybody better and save a blamed lot of formalities."
Flora nodded.
"It strikes me as very likely; and Flett's perhaps the best man you could have sent. But have you shown the photograph to my father?"
"I did that before I left the homestead. There's nobody in the picture like the fellow who drove with Mr. Grant, and he tells me he saw nobody else. Now I must be getting on."
He rode away, and Flora reverted to the topic she and George had been discussing.
"So you believe Mr. West is thinking of living here altogether! I suppose he would be able to take a farm of moderate size?"
"It wouldn't be very large; he can't have much money, but his people would help him to make a start if they were satisfied. That means they would consult me."
Flora smiled.
"And you feel you would be in a difficult position, if you were asked whether it would be wise to let him marry a prairie girl? Have you formed any decision about the matter?"