She rose, took her bath, and dressed for walking. Her desire drew the steps of the young woman away from the busy street toward the suburb. She walked, as always, with the elastic resilience of unfettered youth. But the weight that had been at her heart for two days--since she had learned from Jack Kilmeny's lips that he was a highgrader--was still tied there too securely to be shaken away by the wonder of the glorious newborn day. Returning to the hotel, she met a man on the porch whose face stirred instantly a fugitive memory. He came to her at once, a big leather-skinned man with the weatherbeaten look of the West. "Aren't you the Miss Dwight I've heard Jack Kilmeny mention?" "Yes. This is Mr. Colter, isn't it?" He nodded, watching her with hard narrowed eyes. "Something's wrong. Can you tell me what it is? Jack's mules--two of them, anyhow--came back to the barn during the night with bits of broken harness still attached to them. Looks like there had been a runaway and the wagon had come to grief. The keeper of the livery stable says Bell took the wagon around to Jack's place and left it with him. He was seen driving out of town soon after. He has not been seen since." Her heart flew to alarm. "You mean ... you think he has been hurt?" "Don't know. He's not in town. That's a cinch. I've raked Goldbanks with a toothcomb. Where is he?" "Couldn't he be at his mine?" "I sent a boy out there. He's not at the Jack Pot." "What is it that you think? Tell me," she cried softly. "You're his friend, aren't you?" "Yes." "There's some talk around town that he was held up by Bleyer. I came up here to see him or Verinder. Foul play of some kind, that's my guess." "But--you surely don't think that Mr. Bleyer or Mr. Verinder would ... hurt him." The look of dogged resolution on the man's granite face did not soften. "They'll have to show me--and by God! if they did----" Her mind flew with consternation to the attack upon Kilmeny that had been made by Bleyer. But Verinder had told her nobody had been hurt. Could they have taken the highgrader prisoner? Were they holding him for some purpose? "Mr. Verinder gets up about this time usually," she said. "I'm waiting for him. He said he would be down at once." "Will you tell me anything you find out, please? I'll be on the veranda upstairs." Colter joined her a quarter of an hour later. "I saw both Bleyer and Verinder. They've got something up their sleeve, but I don't think they know where Jack is or what has become of him. They pretended to think I was trying to put one over on them." "What will you do now?" "I'll go out to the Jack Pot myself. I've reason to believe he intended to go there." "If you find out anything----" "Yes, I'll let you know." Moya went directly from Colter to Bleyer. The superintendent entered a curt denial to her implied charge.