“Yes, and so was Mr. Vane. We were on the train together when he was robbed.”
“I see. I was going out to my dad's mine.”
“Then perhaps we can journey together—after we get through here,” said Joe.
“I'm willing. I like your looks. Shake.” And the pair shook hands.
Although a westerner, Bill Badger knew no more about following a trail than did our hero, consequently they proceeded on their hunt with difficulty.
“Reckon we've missed 'em,” said Bill Badger, a while later. “Don't see hide nor hair of 'em anywhere.”
“It's too bad if they got away,” answered Joe. “Perhaps—What was that?”
The cracking of a tree limb had reached their ears, followed by a cry of alarm. A limb upon which Pat Malone was standing had broken, causing the fellow to slip to another branch below.
“Hush! don't make so much noise!” said Caven, in alarm.
“Gosh! I thought I was going to tumble, out of the tree to the ground,” gasped Malone, when he could catch his breath.