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In that moment of terrible shock in the one moment when it seemed to him as though no other woman in the world could have worn that golden tress of hair but Isobel, Philip had stopped his horse, and his face had gone as white as death. With a tremendous effort he recovered himself, and saw Billinger staring at him as though the hot sun had for an instant blinded him of reason.
I found nothing there, nothing that could prove her death." "Is it possible " began Philip, holding out the handkerchief. It was not necessary for him to finish. Billinger understood, and nodded his head. "That's what I'm thinking," he said. "Is it possible? What in God's name would they want of her, unless " "Unless she was alive," added Philip.
From between his fingers, as he turned toward Philip, there streamed out a long silken tress that shone a marvelous gold in the sun, and in that same instant there fell from Philip's lips a cry such as Billinger had not heard, even from the lips of the wounded; and before he could recover from his astonishment, he had leaned over and snatched the golden tress from him, and sat in his saddle staring at it like a madman.
She has completely disappeared and with the exception of my shanty there isn't a house within ten miles of here where she could have been taken. What do you make of it, Steele?" Philip had listened with tense interest. "Perhaps you didn't return to the right place," he suggested. "Her body may still be in the wreck." Billinger glanced toward him with a nervous laugh.
"Wire Billinger I'm coming," called back Philip as Gunn started him off with a running shove. As the sun was rising in a burning August glare over the edge of the parched prairie, Philip saw ahead of him the unpainted board shanty that was called Bleak House Station, and a few moments later he saw a man run out into the middle of the track and stare down at him from under the shade of his hands.
"We must send the swiftest man you've got in camp after Billinger, and get word to the other parties you sent out as quickly as we can. They'll probably get in too late. Billinger may arrive in time." "He's been gone a week. It's doubtful if we can get him back within three," said MacDougall. "I'll send St. Pierre's cousin, that young Crow Feather, after him as soon as he can get a pack ready.
But there's only one chance in a hundred that I'm right. If I should be right I know the girl. Do you understand why it startled me? Now for the chase, Billinger. Lead away!" Leaning low over their saddles they galloped into the North. For a time the trail of the five outlaws was so distinct that they rode at a speed which lathered their horses.
That letter came ten days ago, and the last party, under Tom Billinger, has been gone a week. You told me to send your very best men, and I have. It has fairly stripped the camp of the men we depended upon, and there are hardly enough guns left to kill meat with." "I didn't write this letter," said Philip, looking hard at MacDougall. "The signature is a fraud.
The two Billinger brothers saw Jovita Mendez at the door of her house an hour later, were themselves seen conversing with her by Jim Barker, but on returning to their claim, neither they nor Barker exhibited any insurrectionary excitement.
They were coming to the top of a knoll; at the summit Billinger stopped and pointed down into a hollow a quarter of a mile away. "It will be a loss of time to go down there," he said, "and it will do no good. See that thing that looks like a big log in the river? That's the top of the day coach. It went in right side up, and the conductor who wasn't hurt says there were twenty people in it.
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