Every grove and clump of underbrush, every thicket, was ransacked; the waters of the creek, shallow for the most part, but swollen overnight, were dragged at every pool.

Nothing was found; there was not a sign.
The bar of the hotel was thronged all morning as the returning citizens rapidly made their way thither, and those who had breakfasted and were going out again paused for internal, as well as external, reinforcement.
The landlord, himself returned from a long hunt, set up his whiskey with a lavish hand.
"He was the best man we had, boys," said Landis, as he poured the little glasses full.

"We'd ort of sent him to the legislative halls of Washington long ago.

He'd of done us honor there; but we never thought of doin' anything fer him; jest set 'round and let him build up the town and give him empty thankyes.

Drink hearty, gentlemen," he finished, gloomily, "I don't grudge no liquor to-day--except to Lige Willetts." "He was a good man," said young William Todd, whose nose was red, not from the whiskey.