Good-bye." Sick at heart, Anderson resumed the search, further afield.

He sent Ginnell along the line to make confidential inquiries.

He telegraphed to persons known to him at Golden, Revelstoke, Kamloops, Ashcroft, all to no purpose.

Twenty-four--thirty-six hours passed and nothing had been heard of the fugitive.
He felt himself baffled and tricked, with certain deep instincts and yearnings wounded to the death.

The brutal manner of his father's escape--the robbery--the letter--had struck him hard.
When Friday night came, and still no news, Anderson found himself at the C.P.R.Hotel at Field.