“Did you come through the East Fork or the West Fork?”
“Why—why, the East Fork.”
“You did! Did you see anybody on the way down? You came down the cliff, didn’t you? Anybody up on the plain?” were Hurley’s excited questions.
“Why—I—I——”
“Two women are out in the storm,” went on Hurley. “Did you see them anywhere up yonder?”
“Two women? I—I thought they were men. They rode down ahead of me. Then it grew so—so thick I couldn’t see ’em again.”
“Great saltpeter!” exclaimed Hurley. “You must have passed ’em. They are up there somewhere among the rocks.”
“Or they’ve gone over the rocks—hosses and all!” groaned Collins.
“Shut up!” muttered his chum, Cale Mack. “Ain’t you got no sense? Look at the parson!”
“This is Parson Hunt,” explained Hurley to the staring Dick. “His sister Betty is one of the missing girls you saw.”