It was fully half an hour before Old Ben came back. The colored man looked much worried.
"Can't find him nowhar, missus," he said. "An' dat dar guerrilla is gone, too."
"The man who was shot while trying to steal the horses?"
"Yes, missus."
"Then something must be wrong. Didn't you find any trace at all of Jack?"
"Not de slightest, missus. Old Ben looked eberywhar, too—'deed I did, missus."
"I do not doubt you, Ben. But this is terrible. Jack must be somewhere."
"Dat's so, too, missus."
"Were there any signs of violence about?" asked Marion. "Any—any blood, for example?"
"Some blood at de stable. Miss Marion. But I rackon dat was from de shootin' ob dat dar guerrilla."