Nor was his good-humor restored when at the close of a weary half hour two galloping figures emerged from the dusty horizon--Hornsby and the young girl.
His vague annoyance increased as he fancied that both seemed to ignore him, the coroner barely acknowledging his presence with a nod.

Assisted by the young girl, whose energy and enthusiasm evidently delighted him, Hornsby raised the body for a more careful examination.

The dead man's pockets were carefully searched.

A few coins, a silver pencil, knife, and tobacco-box were all they found.

It gave no clew to his identity.
Suddenly the young girl, who had, with unabashed curiosity, knelt beside the exploring official hands of the Red Chief, uttered a cry of gratification.
"Here's something! It dropped from the bosom of his shirt on the ground.