"She might be," was the somewhat slow reply. "As I told ye before,
it's ginerally the unexpected that happens. Anyway, ye can't tell much
by names these days."

"But Curly knows her, for I saw them together at a dance the night I
arrived in town."

"Ye did!" The prospector took his pipe from his mouth and stared hard
at Reynolds. "Are ye sure?"

"Positive. Why, I was standing at the door watching the dance, when I
saw the two together upon the floor. Later they came over and sat down
quite close to me. Curly did most of the talking, and the girl seemed
quite uneasy. She left shortly after with a fine-looking Indian, who
had evidently come for her. I have not seen her since."

"So Curly was dancin' with her," Samson mused. "Then she must be Jim
Weston's gal. I wonder what the old man'll say when he hears about it?"

"How will he know?"

"Oh, he'll find out, all right. There's nuthin' that misses him here
in the north."

"What will he do to Curly?"

"I wouldn't like to say at present. That remains to be seen."

"Is this Jim Weston a desperate character?"