I don't mind being a witness.

Or," she added, without heeding Cass's look of astonishment, "I'll wait here till you come back." "But you see, Miss, it wouldn't seem right"-- began Cass.
"But I found him first," interrupted the girl, with a pout.
Staggered by this preemptive right, sacred to all miners, Cass stopped.
"Who is the coroner ?" she asked.
"Joe Hornsby." "The tall, lame man, who was half eaten by a grizzly ?" "Yes." "Well, look now! I'll ride on and bring him back in half an hour.
There!" "But, Miss--!" "Oh, don't mind _me_.

I never saw anything of this kind before, and I want to see it _all_." "Do you know Hornsby ?" asked Cass, unconsciously a trifle irritated.
"No, but I'll bring him." She wheeled her horse into the road.
In the presence of this living energy Cass quite forgot the helpless dead.

"Have you been long in these parts, Miss ?" he asked.
"About two weeks," she answered, shortly.

"Good-by, just now.