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Dick four hours to get himself out 

 of the 'bar' and into the saddle," 

 put in Sally, "but at last he rode 

 away down the trail, a hunched up 

 figure in gray flannel shirt, dilapi- 

 dated vest and trousers, battered 

 hat and boots, with luggage to the 

 extent of a coat and a slicker tied on 

 behind." 



"That was Monday," continued 

 Bobbie; "I expected that he would 

 return the following evening, but 

 was not surprised that Tuesday 

 night passed and no sign of Dick. 

 Wednesday night came and went. 

 On Thursday I mentioned my fear 

 to the boys that something had 

 happened him. It was received with- 

 out concern. 'Oh, he'll come back 

 all right. He's got a gun. If there 

 was anything wrong we'd hear/ 

 But my conjectures as to what 

 might be detaining him elicited no 

 information. 



"On Friday, yesterday, the Cap- 

 tain, spurred by my suggestion to 

 send a search party for the missing 

 Dick, spoke out 



'Now don't you worry about 

 Dick Jones. He don't know a horse 



