The two men rode on slowly; a brown pocketbook upon a brown hillside is not easy to find.

But they found it at last, just where Stanley had launched his pursuit of the hatless horseman.

It had been jostled from his pocket in the first wild rush.

Stanley retrieved it with a sigh of relief.
"Are you sure you had your spur here ?" asked Dewing.

"Maybe you lost it before and didn't notice it." "Oh, never mind the spur," said Stan.