He had one eye and--" "Injun Jim, that was--couldn't be anybody else!" Casey knocked his pipe against the front of the little cookstove, emptying the half-burned tobacco into the hearth.

The Little Woman probably wondered why he seemed so unexcited, but she did not know all of Casey's traits.

He put away his pipe and almost immediately reached for his plug of tobacco, taking a chew without remembering where he was.

"If you feel able to ride," he said, "I'll ketch up the mule in the morning, and we'll go over there." "So your heart is really set on finding it, after all.

I've been wondering about that.