"None around here," said the clerk. "Plenty of those guns in the country. Most every store stocks all sizes nowadays. It ain't like it used to be when every one shot a thirty, a thirty-eight, a forty-five-seventy, or a forty-five-ninety. Nowadays they use 'em all, Ross & Saugge, Remingtons, Springfields, Colts; and the shells run all the way from seven millimeter up through twenty-fives, eight millimeter, thirty, .303, thirty-two, thirty-five, thirty-eight and so on. You can get shells to fit that gun anywhere you go." "Times have changed then," said De Launay, idly. "I can remember when you couldn't introduce a new gun with an odd caliber because a man couldn't afford to take a chance on being unable to get the shells to fit it. Still, I'll stick to the Colt. Let me have this and a couple of boxes of shells. And a left-hand holster," he added. There was nothing to keep him longer in the town since he saw no further prospect of getting any news, and his agreement to meet Solange necessitated his heading into the mountains if he were to be there on time. So, at the earliest moment, he got his packs on and started out of town, intending to cross the range from the south and come down into the canyon. The weather was showing signs of breaking, and if the snow should set in there might be difficulty in finding the girl. That evening he camped in the southern foothills of the range just off the trail that mounted to the divide and plunged again down into Shoestring Canyon. Next day he resumed his ride and climbed steadily into the gloomy forests that covered the slopes, sensing the snow that hovered behind the mists on the peaks and wondering if Solange would plunge into it or turn back. He rather judged of her that a little thing like snow would not keep her from her objective. But while the snow held off on this side of the mountains he knew that it might well have been falling for a day or two on the other side. When he came higher he found that he had plunged into it, lying thick on the ground, swirling in gusts and falling steadily. He did not stop for this but urged his horses steadily on until he had come to the windswept and comparatively clear divide and headed downward toward the canyon. CHAPTER XIII AT WALLACE'S RANCH The efficient Sucatash reported back to Solange the details of De Launay's escape, making them characteristically brief and colorful. Then, with the effective aid of MacKay, he set out to prepare for the expedition in search of the mine.