“He’s shrewd; and if he was their prisoner he probably dropped this letter, to let any one who found it know the fact, or guess it. He doubtless had no chance to write, or to drop anything else.”
“Road agents!” she said, looking about.
“And now your question of what I am going to do is answered. I’m going to follow the trail of those road agents, even if it is two days old.”
“And the man that camped here alone and done that shootin’ last night?”
“He may have been a road agent, following on their trail; and, if so, he is now riding on to overtake them. We can tell better about that as we go on.”
“Or he may’ve been somebody follerin’ them, same as I am, and you?”
“Very true.”
The scout, though anxious now to go on as fast as possible, did not give over the search of this camping spot until he was sure there was nothing unfound that could aid him.
“Mebbe he’s one o’ the men I’m lookin’ fur,” said Pizen Jane, as she mounted to go on. “I don’t reckon he is, though; ’twould be too much good luck. Luck ain’t been rollin’ my way much lately.”
She cackled in her shrill fashion, as if she thought she had said something funny.