Little things like that have not infrequently opened up a fresh trail which otherwise might have been missed." Sweetwater nodded, and laying the little strip along his palm, examined it closely.

It was made of silk, doubled, and stitched together except at the ends.

These were loose, but rough with bits of severed thread, as if the thing had been hastily cut from some article of clothing to which it had been attached by some half-dozen very clumsy stitches.
"I think I understand you, Mr.Gryce," observed Sweetwater, rising slowly to his feet.

"But a dream may help me out; we will see." "I shall not leave here till ten to-morrow morning." "Very good, sir.

If you don't mind, I'll take this with me." "Take it, by all means." As Sweetwater turned to go, he was induced by the silence of his patron to cast a backward glance.