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course. Don't you see the tent? It's right there among the--Why, what--where is it?" cried Ashton, gaping in blank amazement. "We'll soon see," replied the girl. Their horses were scrambling down the short steep slope to the pool, where the other horses were drinking their fill of the cool water. The two men watched Ashton's approach, Knowles with an impassive gaze, Gowan with cold suspicion in his narrowed eyes. "Well, honey," asked the cowman, "did you have him pulling leather?" "No, and I didn't lose him, either," she replied, with a mischievous glance at Gowan. "I took that jump-off where the white-cheeked steer broke its neck. He took it after me without pulling leather." "Huh!" grunted the puncher. "Mr. Tenderfoot shore is some rider. We're waiting for him now to ride around and find that camp where we were to deliver his veal." Ashton stared with a puzzled, half-dazed expression from the tentless trees beside him to the fore and hind quarters of veal wrapped in slicker raincoats and fastened on back of the men's saddles. "Well?" demanded Knowles. "Thought you said you were camped here." "I am--that is, I--My tent was right there between those two trees," said Ashton. "You see, there are the twigs and leaves I had my valet collect for my bed." "Shore--valleys are great on collecting beds of leaves and sand and bowlders," observed Gowan. "There's his fireplace," said the girl, wheeling her horse through a clump of wild rosebushes. "Yes, and he's right about the tent, too. It is a bed. Here's a dozen cigarette boxes and--What's this, Mr. Ashton! Looks as if someone had left a note for you." "A note?" he muttered, slipping to the ground. He ran over to the spot to which she was pointing. On a little pile of stones, in front of where his tent had been pitched, a piece of coarse wrapping paper covered with writing was fluttering in the light breeze. He snatched it up and read the note with fast-growing bewilderment. "What is it?" sympathetically questioned the girl, quick to see that he was in real trouble. He did not answer. He did not even realize that she had spoken. With feverish haste he caught up an opened envelope that had lain under the paper. Drawn by his odd manner, Knowles and Gowan came over to stare at him. He had torn a letter from the envelope. It was in typewriting and covered less than a page, yet he gaped at it, reading and re-reading the lines as if too dazed to be ab
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