“How do you know that?” the supervisor asked sharply.
“I heard Dawson ask him over the telephone and he answered that he had tried to get the information to him for some time but could not locate him.”
The hard steely look came suddenly into the supervisor’s eyes. “That accounts for the way that a lot of information has been leaking out of my office,” he remarked coldly.
“By the way,” Scott said, “Dawson is lying up in that little cabin at the dam with a broken jaw. He is in pretty bad shape and some one ought to go after him.”
“I don’t suppose you know how he was hurt?” Mr. Ramsey asked with a quizzical look.
“Yes,” Scott grinned, “I think that I can explain it. Perhaps I had better begin at the beginning and tell you the whole story,” he added.
Mr. Ramsey was very anxious to get the story, but he saw that Scott was so tired that he could scarcely keep his eyes open. “Better go to bed now. We’ll go over the whole thing in the morning and take a party up to rescue Dawson.”
They had been talking in the stable. “Is Jed safe here?” he asked anxiously.
“Yes,” the supervisor replied, “he’s perfectly safe. The town is in no danger. There may be an inch or two of water in the streets in the morning and it may not get here at all. This ground soaks up a tremendous amount of water and the valley is so wide that it cannot amount to much. I am afraid that it will wipe out some of those small ranchers above here.”
Scott avoided the curious ones in the hotel lobby who were anxious to hear his story and was soon asleep dreaming of rushing waters and a runaway horse.