He had not been gone half-an-hour when Seaforth, whose horse was smoking, swung himself down before the hotel.
"Where's Harry ?" he said.
"On the trail," said Horton.

"I wanted to keep him, but he lit out a little while ago, and borrowed a rifle.

What he wanted it for I don't know, but he wouldn't be lonely, anyway.

One of the boys who was staying here pulled out for the railroad just before him." "Did you know the man ?" asked Seaforth with unusual sharpness.
"No," said Horton.

"He was timber-righting, but I'd a kind of fancy I'd once seen somebody very like him working round Somasco." Seaforth said nothing further, but swung himself into the saddle and rode off at a gallop.