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The John DeWitt who helped break ca Rhoda's scarf was a different man from the half-crazed person of the three days previous He had begun to hope So to it was a living thing to hi hier, he was cool and clear-headed, leaving the leadership to Billy still, yet doing ht ahead of them The horses atered, their own canteens were filled and saturated and food so prepared that it could be eaten from the saddle

"For," said Porter, "e do hit the little girl's trail, starvation or thirst or high hell ain't goin' to stop us!"

It was mid-afternoon when they started down thewas painful but the men moved with the care of desperation Once in the cañon theythe wall and some two miles from where the scarf had been found, they discovered a fault where cli sundohen they reached a wide ledge where the as easy Porter led the way back over this to the spot belohich fluttered a white paper to e deepened here toGiant boulders were scattered across the rocky floor

The three ave no trace of human occupancy and yet Porter and Jack nodded at each other

"Here was his caht Water, and no one could co seen"

"He's still covering his traces carefully," said Jack

"Not so very," answered Porter "He's banking a whole lot on our stupidity, but Miss Tuttle beat hie to a microscopic examination but they found no trace of previous occupation until Billy knelt and put his nose against a black outcropping of stone in the wall Then he gave a satisfied grunt

"Come here, Jack, and take a sniff"

Jack knelt obediently and cried excitedly: "It smells of smoke, by Jove! Don't it, John, old scout!"

"They knew sainst a black outcrop, but they didn't bank on my nose!" said Billy complacently "Co they found a trail which led back up the mountain, and as dusk came on they followed its dizzy turns until darkness forced theht they moved up into a piñon forest