Enoch looked from the note up to the golden pink of the sky. Far above the butte an eagle soared. The dawn wind ruffled his hair. He drew a deep breath and turned to wake Jonas and Agnew, and show them the note.
"Did you folks go to sleep when I did?" asked Enoch when they had read the note in silence.
Jonas and Agnew nodded.
"Then he must have left at once. No fire has been built out in front."
"Well, it's solved the problem of who walks," remarked Agnew, drily.
"How come Mr. Harden to think he could find him?" demanded Jonas, excitedly.
"Well, they both will have had to start where I did, yesterday. And neither could have gone very far in the dark." Enoch spoke thoughtfully. "If they don't kill each other!"
"They won't," interrupted Agnew comfortingly. "Neither of them is the killing kind."
"Then I suggest," said Enoch, "that with all the dispatch possible we get on our way. You two tackle the Ida and I'll take care of Milton and the breakfast."
"Aye! Aye, sir!" Agnew turned quickly toward the boat, followed eagerly by Jonas.