With the aid of a lantern and the glare of a huge sagebrush fire they searched in the immediate vicinity for the gun and in the hope of finding some accidental clue. "We can't expect to do much till morning," the deputy opined as with his light close to the ground he looked for some strange footprint in the dust of the dooryard. It was behind the cabin that Dan Treu stooped quickly and brought the lantern close to a blurred outline in a bit of soft earth close to a growth of cactus. He looked at it long and intently and when he straightened himself his heavy, rather expressionless face wore a puzzled look. "Come here," he called finally to the coroner. He pointed to the indistinct outline. "What does that look like to you?" The coroner was not long from Ohio. "It looks to me like somebody had made a track in his stockin' feet." The deputy was born near the Rosebud Agency. "Does it?" he added. "I guess we won't walk around any more until morning." The track was a moccasin print to him. It was the coroner who said to Dan Treu in an undertone as they sat by the fire waiting for the daylight-- "Did you ever see a woman act like Doc? By Gosh! did you ever see anybody act like Doc? She's enjoyin' this--upon my soul she is! She makes me think of a half-starved hunting dog that's pulled somethin' down and has got a taste of blood." The deputy nodded with an odd smile. The Dago Duke said nothing. But he seemed vastly interested in watching Dr. Harpe. He observed her every movement, her every expression, with a purposeful look upon his face which was new to it. They found the gun in the morning, caught in a giant sagebrush where it hung concealed until accidentally jarred loose by no less a person than Mr. Percy Parrott, who had arrived early to give his unsolicited aid to the deputy-sheriff. The Colt's automatic was easily identified as Dubois's gun, and two shells were missing. "A pretty rough piece of work," commented Dr. Harpe as she looked at the empty chambers. "As raw as they make it," agreed the Dago Duke for once. "Don't run away, Dago," said the sheriff, "I may want you." "Run?--when I go I'll fly." All the town turned out to look when Dan Treu drove into town with the girl sitting bolt upright and very white upon the seat beside him. They stopped at the Terriberry House and her old room was assigned to her, but all the gaping crowd considered her a prisoner. XXIII SYMES MEETS THE HOMESEEKERS