Sorry had gone to Echo to send a telegram to the coroner, and he was likely to return now at any time.

Wherefore Swan and Lone were going to look over the ground before others had trampled out what evidence there might be in the shape of footprints.
They reached the spot where the team had stopped of its own accord in crossing a little, green meadow, and had gone to feeding.

Lone pulled up and half turned in the saddle, looking at Swan questioningly.
"Is that dog of yours any good at trailing ?" he asked abruptly.

"I've got a theory that somebody was in that wagon with Frank, and drove on a ways before he jumped out.

I believe if you'd put that dog on the trail----" "If I put that dog on the trail he stays on the trail all day, maybe," Swan averred with some pride.