“I went with the officer to the Casino, to arrest the woman, but she had left by the morning stage for Calumet Springs. I sent a telegram to the marshal there; and if he does his duty, it will stop her at that point. When we went to Juniper’s cabin, we found it empty and dark. On forcing the door, we found no one, even though we searched the cabin and the mine. Of course, if you have been following their trail, it shows plainly enough where they are now.”
“What’s yer idee?” the trapper questioned.
“Simply that they came out and killed Dane. Perhaps they started back to the town; then saw us, and that changed their plans. Some one shot at me, you know; and probably that was Juniper Joe.”
“Then you’ve reached ther conclusion thet he is plum crooked?”
“I have.”
“And his wife, too?”
“Doesn’t it look it?”
“Waugh! Et does.”
“We’ll pick up their trail over there, and see if we can’t crowd ’em. Did it seem fresh?”
“Not so very old, anyway,” Nomad told him.