"Who has charge of the body of my sister, do you suppose?" he asked. "Probably the coroner." "Very well, let's look him up at once. That, of course, will be my first care." It did not take them long to find the coroner, who told them that the deputy marshals had taken possession of the house, the property, and the remains of the dead woman, to be held for the appearance of some friend of hers, who had notified them to do so. "Who is this friend?" asked the major stiffly. "I'm sure I don't know. You'll have to see the deputy marshals. The inquest has been held, and I have nothing more to do with the affair." "Now for the deputy marshals," said the major, who had recovered possession of himself, and was now all decision. They went immediately to the chief deputy, who was also deputy coroner, and whose name, they learned, was Jack Burk. But they could not find him, neither were any of his men to be found, although Ted was convinced that he was in town. "There is only one thing to do," said Ted. "What is that?" asked the major. "Go to the house, and take possession of it yourself." "But suppose we find it in the hands of the authorities?" "That makes no difference to me. The remains of your sister belong to you, and you have the first right to her and her possessions." "But her husband? I do not know where he is, or whether he is dead or alive." "As long as he is not here, it is up to you, major, to assume whatever authority is necessary." "Perhaps you are right. But we cannot gain our point without some show of force." "I know it, and have come prepared for it. The broncho boys will back you to the limit. Do whatever you think best, major, and you will find the boys and myself right behind you." "Then we will go to the house," said the major firmly. In a few minutes Ted and the major dismounted before a handsome house on the outskirts of the town. It was surrounded by a high stone wall, and the gate, which was of iron, was locked. Ted shook the gate vigorously, and called out for admittance. Presently the door of the house was opened a crack, and a voice demanded to know what was wanted. "Come and unlock the gate," demanded Ted. After a moment's hesitation the door slammed, and there was silence. "Evidently whoever is in charge of the house does not intend to open to us," said Ted, "and I suppose this will have to be the first act of aggression on our part. Shall I smash our way in?" "By all means," responded the major. "I don't propose to stay out here and cool my heels in front of my sister's house at the behest of a stranger." "That's enough for me." Ted picked up a big stone from the road, and with a vigorous blow or two shattered the massive iron lock, and the gate swung open. Ted and the major entered the garden in front of the house and walked up the path. As they were about to ascend the steps to the veranda they were stopped by a voice. "Halt! What do you want?"