"No. I came West to meet my father, who is somewhere in the Black Hills."
"Do you know at what place?"
"I do not."
"I fear it will be a hard matter to find him, then. The Hills now have a floating population of about twenty-five thousand souls. Your father would be one to find out of that lot."
A faint smile came over the girl's face. "I should know papa among fifty thousand, if necessary;" she said, "although I have not seen him for years."
She failed to mention how many, or what peculiarities she would recognize him by. Was he blind, deaf or dumb?
Fearless Frank glanced around him, and saw that a path rugged and steep led up to the prairie above.
"Come," he said, offering his arm, "we will get up to the plains and go."
"Where to?" asked Miss Terry, rising with an effort. The welts across her back were swollen and painful.
"Deadwood is my destination. I can deviate my course, however, if it will accommodate you."