“Mercy! With all the excitement we have forgotten all about that young man,” spoke up Emma. “Why, he didn’t return with us last night, did he?”
“He is all right. Don’t worry. You will find him with the punchers rounding up steers and howling like an Indian,” soothed Lieutenant Wingate.
Bindloss strode to the door and shouted “Pete!” Two-gun came running.
“Whar’s Brown, Stacy Brown?”
“I—I thought he was heah. Ain’t he?”
“No. Was he with the men rounding up this morning?”
Pete shook his head and a troubled look crept into his face.
“When did you last see him?”
“Le’ me see. It was last night jest before we got er call to come up heah. He was ridin’ up towards the foothills on the east side, I reckon to see what the boys was doin’ up thet way. As I recommember thar warn’t any of the boys on thet side jest then.”
“You are certain that he isn’t with the outfit?” urged Bindloss.