'“You perfectly amaze me,” says Clifford. “But can't you be mistaken? Is your information to be depended upon?”
'“Mine came from a jealous woman,” says Sir Ferdinand. “They may generally be depended upon for a straight tip. But we're losing time. When did he leave the claim, and which way did he go?”
'“I have no idea which way he went,” says Clifford. “He did not say, but he left about an hour since.”
'“On foot or on horseback?”
'“On horseback.”
'“Any one with him?”
'“Yes, another horseman.”
'“What was he like?”
'“Slight, dark man, youngish, good-looking.”
'“Warrigal the half-caste! By George! warrants out for him also,” says Sir Ferdinand. “On a good horse, of course, with an hour's start. We may give up the idea of catching him this time. Follow him up as a matter of form. Good-bye, Clifford. You'll hear news of your friend before long, or I'm much mistaken.”