“Isn’t there!”
“No. When I come in a while ago, Wandley told me he’d seen Murky again jes’ a few hours before.”
“Great Scott! Then he didn’t go back to Fort Good Faith after all.”
“Don’t see how he could.”
“But which way did he go? Did you hear?”
“Wandley didn’t seem to know. If anyone was to ask me fer an opinion, I’d say he’s out scouting fer more fur.”
Richardson rose thoughtfully to his feet and walked over to the window. The bleak, cheerless landscape met his gaze. Sandy, who had a good view of the policeman’s face, saw the jaw set grimly.
“I may be able to pick up a trace of him somewhere during the next few days. Of course, that means that my trip through the pass must be postponed for a short time.”
He turned and smiled at Sandy.
“While I’m out making my investigations, you’d better stay right here. If you wish, upon my return, you can accompany me on the journey.”