His hat had blown off, and was lying close up against the fence in front of me.
Anxious always to oblige, I made haste to snatch at it and carry it out to its owner.

I received a sort of thank you, and would never have remembered the occurrence if it had not been for that murder and if--" She paused doubtfully, ran her fingers nervously over her child's head, looked again at Sweetwater waiting expectantly for her next word, and faltered painfully--"if I had not recognised the horse." Sweetwater drew a deep breath; it was such a happy climax.

Then, as she showed no signs of saying more, asked as quietly as his rapidly beating heart permitted: "Didn't you recognise the man ?" Her answer was short but as candid as her expression.
"No.

The snow was blinding; besides he wore a high collar, in which his head was sunk down almost out of sight." "But the horse--" "Was one which is often driven by here.

I had rather not tell you whose it is.