It had not before occurred to him that the abductors might have taken their captive to Ranch V.
Indeed, so strongly did he become impressed with the possibility that he was half inclined to start at once for the ranch.
But sober second thought impelled him first to think of searching the hills.
If she could not be found in them then it would be time enough to think of paying Ranch V a visit.
An incident happened at the moment also that for a time prevented any move of the sort.
Pomp had begun to scale a small peak near.
“P’ra’ps I kin get a bettah look from up yere, Marse Frank!” cried the darky. “Jes’ de same, I tries it fo’ yo’.”
“All right, Pomp,” replied Frank. “Tell me if you see anything of importance and I will come up.”
“A’right, sah.”
Pomp went up the peak.