Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old FrontierParrish, Randall
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Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old Frontier
Parrish, Randall
Women pioneers -- Fiction
That both McDonald and his daughter were involved in this strange
puzzle was already clear. The disappearance of the one was as
mysterious as that of the other. Whether the original conspiracy had
centred about the Major, and Miss Molly had merely been drawn into the
net through accident, or whether both were destined as victims from the
first, could not be determined by theory. Indeed the Sergeant could
evolve no theory, could discover no purpose in the outrage. Convinced
that Dupont and his wife were the moving spirits, he yet possessed no
satisfactory reason for charging them with the crime, for which there
was no apparent object.
Nothing remained to be done but search the town, a blind search in the
hope of uncovering some trail. That crime had been committed--either
murder or abduction--was evident; the two had not dropped thus suddenly
out of sight without cause. Nor did it seem possible they could have
been whisked away without leaving some trace behind. The town was
accustomed to murder and sudden death; the echo of a revolver shot
would create no panic, awaken no alarm, and yet the place was small,
and there was little likelihood that any deed of violence would pass
long unnoticed. With a few words of instruction, and hasty
descriptions of both Dupont and Connors, Hamlin sent his men down the
straggling street to drag out the occupants of shack and tent, riding
himself to the blazing front of the "Poodle Dog."
Late as the hour was, the saloon and the gambling rooms above were all
crowded. Hamlin plunged into the mass of men, pressing passage back
and forth, his eyes searching the faces, while he eagerly questioned
those with whom he had any acquaintance. Few among these could recall
to mind either "Reb" or his boon companion, and even those who did
retained no recollection of having seen the two lately. The bartenders
asserted that neither man had been there that night, and the dealers
above were equally positive. The city marshal, encountered outside,
remembered Dupont, and had seen him at the hotel three hours before,
but was positive the fellow had not been on the streets since. Connors
he did not know, but if the man was Major McDonald's driver, then he
was missing all right, for Captain Barrett had had to employ a
livery-man to drive Mrs. Dupont back to the fort. No, there was no
other lady with her; he was sure, for he had watched them get into the
carriage.
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