"What do you think?" he asked sharply, and the other turned slowly away.
"What's happened?" he thought uneasily. "Why hasn't Rufe written?"
He was hardly outside the post office before a bare-legged nigger boy thrust a paper in his face. "Here y'are, boss. Tampa Sentinel! All de details ob de horrific tragedy up in Orange County."
Guy grabbed a paper, shoved a quarter into the astonished youngster's hand, and, without waiting for change, was off like a shot.
He reached his room in the boarding house where he had put up, and tore the paper open.
Yes, here it was—a whole column!
"Strange double tragedy near Pine Lake! Well-known cattleman killed. His nearest neighbor burned to death. Two inquests in one day."
So much for the headlines.
Guy gave a deep sigh of relief. "Nothing about murder, anyhow," he muttered.
Then he began to read rapidly. Slowly his expression of anxiety changed to relief, and then to amusement. Finally he burst into a fit of laughter.