“I am afraid it means that he is drunk. Perhaps he will tell you about it. Quite unusual, I must say—he seemed to be trying to drown a young lady in a spring.”
He eased his burden over the saddle and dropped him into the road.
Richard Travis took it in instantly, and as Clay rode away he heard the cousin say: “You damned yellow cur—to bear the name of Travis.”
CHAPTER III
WORK IN A NEW LIGHT
It was an hour before Clay Westmore rode back to Millwood. He had been too busy plowing that day to get, sooner, a specimen of the rock he had seen out-cropping on Sand Mountain. At night, after supper, he had ridden over for it.
And now by moonlight he had found it!