You may as well come along with me, Inspector.

We can talk things over as we go." They were a silent and chagrined pair as they rode out from the Reserve toward the ranch.

As they were climbing from the valley to the plateau above they came to a soft bit of ground.

Here Cameron suddenly drew rein with a warning cry, and, flinging himself off his broncho, was upon his knee examining a fresh track.
"A pony-track, by all that's holy! And within an hour.

It is our man," he cried, examining the trail carefully and following it up the hill and out on to the plateau.