The corral gate was swinging open.
"That looks," he commented, "as though some one had taken out a horse in a hurry.

I'll just go in and see if Porter's horse is tied in its usual place.

If it isn't, why, we can make up our minds that--" Just at that moment a man approached from the corral.

The boys jumped forward instinct spelled by the thought that it might be Porter.

But it was not.
"That you, Cummins ?" called the super.
"Yep, Pardo, it's Cummins," was the answer.
"Seen anything of Nick Porter ?" "Jest about.