The last day, when we camped with the Range almost in sight, she drew 'em all up in a circle about her and gave 'em each a handful of money above their pay.

'That's because I love you,' she says, and then she begins asking them funny questions.

Did they have wives and children?
Were they ever hungry?
Did they ever know about any of their people starving to death?
And just _why_ did they starve?
And, Alan, so help me thunder if them Indians didn't talk! Never heard Indians tell so much.

And in the end she asked them the funniest question of all, asked them if they'd heard of a man named John Graham.

One of them had, and afterward I saw her talking a long time with him alone, and when she come back to me, her eyes were sort of burning up, and she didn't say good night when she went into her tent.