Susie, who had been listening from the doorway, flung a flour-sack at his feet. "Search my trunk, pardner," she said with her old-time impish grin. McArthur mechanically did as she bade him, and his riding-breeches dropped from the sack. "I hope you'll 'scuse me for makin' so free with your clothes, like," she said, "but I just naturally had to have them yesterday." A light broke in upon Ralston. "You!" "Yep, I did it, me--Susie." Her tone and manner were a ludicrous imitation of Smith's. She added: "I saw you all pikin' in here, so I tagged." "But why"--Ralston stared at her in incredulity--"why should _you_ steal horses?" "It's this way," Susie explained, in a loud, confidential whisper: "I've been playin' a little game of my own. When the right time came, I meant to let Mr. Ralston in on it, but when Bear Chief saw me, I knew I'd have to tell, to keep my pardner here from gettin' the blame." "But the beard,"--Ralston still looked sceptical. "Shucks! That's easy. I saw Bear Chief before he saw me, and I just took the black silk hankerchief from my neck and tied it hold-up fashion around the lower part of my face. Bear Chief was excited when he saw his running horse travelling out of the country at the gait we was goin' then." "I don't see yet, Susie?" She turned upon Ralston in good-natured contempt. "Goodness, but you're slow! Don't you understand? Smith's my pal; we're workin' together. He cooked this up--him takin' the safe and easy end of it himself. He sprung it on me that day I had a sull on. Don't you see his game? He thinks if he can get me mixed up in something crooked, he can manage me. He's noticed, maybe, that I'm not halter-broke. So I pretended to fall right in with his plans, once I had promised, meanin' all the time to turn state's evidence, or whatever you call it, and send him over the road. I wanted to show Mother and everybody else what kind of a man he is. I don't want no step-papa named Smith." The three men stared in amazement at the intrepid little creature with her canny Scotch eyes. "And do you mean to say," Ralston asked, "that you've held your tongue and played your part so well that Smith has no suspicions?" "Hatin' makes you smart," she answered, "and I hate Smith so hard I can't sleep nights. No, I don't think he is suspicious; because I'm to pack grub to him this morning, and if he was afraid of me, he'd never let me know where he was camped. He's holdin' the horses over there in a blind canyon, and when I go over I'm to help him blotch the brands." "We want to get the drop on him when he's using the branding-iron." "And you want to see that he shoves up his hands and keeps them there," suggested Susie further, "for he'll take big chances rather than have the Schoolmarm see him ridin' to the Agency with his wrists tied to the saddle-horn." "I know." Ralston knew even better than Susie that Smith would fight like a rat in a corner to avoid this possibility.