"I said that he had disappeared, and I want some help in hunting for him.

He may be injured, for all I know, and if he 's out here in the mountains anywhere, it's almost sure death for him unless he can get some aid soon.

I--" But the sheriff's eyes still remained suspiciously narrow.
"When does his trial come up ?" "A week from to-morrow." "And he 's disappeared." A slow smile came over the other man's lips.
"I don't think it will help much to start any relief expedition for him.

The thing to do is to get a picture and a general description and send it around to the police in the various parts of the country! That 'll be the best way to find him!" Fairchild's teeth gritted, but he could not escape the force of the argument, from the sheriff's standpoint.

For a moment there was silence, then the miner came closer to the desk.
"Sheriff," he said as calmly as possible, "you have a perfect right to give that sort of view.