It fastened with a snap lock, which was easily opened, and then Ted, at a nod from the major, began to turn out its contents.
First came a pair of silver-mounted hairbrushes and several toilet articles, showing that even in the desert young Farnsworth did not neglect his personal appearance. There were some clean shirts and handkerchiefs, and in the bottom of the bag another leather case.
"If he has anything by which he may be identified, it is in here," said Ted. "But this is locked. Shall I force it?"
"I believe you'd better," answered the major.
"I don't care much about doing it," said Ted, "but as it is to help him I suppose I might as well."
The major nodded, and with the blade of his knife Ted soon had the bag open.
The first thing he came to was a photograph of a beautiful woman, at which he looked intently for a few moments.
It seemed to him that he had seen her, or some one very like her, somewhere before.
Then he passed it over to the major, and reached his hand into the bag once more.
Suddenly he was interrupted by a startled cry, in which there was a tone of pain and surprise, from the major.